I have a feeling that we've met before. Just briefly. Sort of me passing you on my hurried way out to reach something before I miss it (which I most certainly do anyway), and you sort of try to say hi, but even before you get your hand up to wave and long before I notice your kind and welcoming eyes, I just say "sorry! late! later, bye!" and run out the door, leaving you and your eyes longing for me, kinda worried, wondering when this brief meeting will have a deja vu. Maybe never. I'm not a very good disciple of yours. You see, I'm more of the Rush Hour kind of type. The I Don't Have Time For Waiting Can't You See How Busy And Important I Am-type. Or the Why Wait When You Can Try And Fail-type. Or Congratulations With Yet Another Dumbass Choice And We're Only Two Hours Into The New Day!-type.
Well. I guess you've met a lot of these types, haven't you? It seems familiar, doesn't it? Please say yes please say yes please say yes. I just need to know that I'm not the only non-waiting person in the world. That would make me a whole lot calmer. In fact, it wouldn't. It would make me even more restless. I sort of know that the majority of the world today haven't got time for anything. Not their lives. Not their anything. And that is NOT relieveing to know. Not for one second.
So.
When I pass you again, mr Wait... Could you please just pretend that you drop something from your hand, leaving me to pick it up and - to my surprise - I see that it's a flower with my name on it..? And then, maybe we could go for a coffee.. or something? I would like that..
Monday, July 27, 2009
Monday, July 06, 2009
SubUrban Dancers - Who ARE they anyway?
I get blown away every time I enter the SubUrban Area at Skg M&M (a youth festival every July on the Norwegian paradise island called Risøy in the South of Norway). It's just mesmerizing to watch, and I can't BELIEVE all the stuff they're able to do with their bodies.
I WANT TO DO THAT TOO.
I'm no dancer (yet?), I'm even capable of the wonders of stumbling in my own feet just crossing sidewalks. Maybe that's what fascinates me? The fact to know that someone is in control of their body reflexes and coordination and that it looks SO flippin' amazing! *sigh*
Maybe it's the feeling of being in another world besides my own and still feel like I belong? We're all performers, me with my music and they with their.. everything! It's just so much more obvious (or at least SHOULD be) that they're hard working and talented performers; their bodies are their instruments, and when they're REALLY talented, you get to know the person behind the dance WHILE they're dancing. I can't do that as a singer, even if I LOVE what I do. I can sing a song and you can listen to the words, but you still don't know me, even if it might be my heart I'm singing from. "Just 'cause you can sing doesn't mean you love music" (quote S. Kelly).
Or maybe it's the fact that wherever you turn, in whatever culture or country, grafitti and breakdancing are looked upon as something weird, "show off-y", something only minorities do, and that's what I want to prove otherwise. Not that I can prove anything, me and my skills of clumsiness. But I can speak for them. Or at least, I WANT to speak for them. Jesus hung out with the rebels, the outcasts, the minorities. He blessed them more than any of the others. And the others didn't even get it.
What, with the general human being ('cause that's what they are; human beings, like you and me, even if I sometimes can't believe it myself), fascinates you more than when they dance?
It's different with a dancer than a singer, like I mentioned. They can't hide their heart when they dance, cause it's ALL OVER THE PLACE. A dancer could easily get his or her heart trampled on when he/she is dancing. Cause it's all from the heart. I mean ALL. That's why dancers take bigger risks, I think. And that's why I TRULY love that the crew Quick won this years' Norwegian Talents.
How many chances do crews get vs how many chances singers get?
You can sing, write music, perform your written music - and still not even be close to all the hard work a dancer or break dancer put into their performance.
So.
On behalf of all the misunderstanding people all over Norway/the world/wherever:
Sorry for not giving you the creds you totally deserve.
The atmosphere in the SubUrban Cafè is touchable. It's a lot of LIFE down there. It's almost as if you feel like you've been suffocated in a very strict and cold area all year, and when you suddenly appear in the SubUrban area, you're able to breathe. You can take a deep breath and it all feels like summer and rain at the same time. I can only speak for myself, but summer rain is one of the most relieving things I can imagine. Thanks for blessing me, even if I'm clumsy and can't dance (yet?).
So to all you bboys 'n girls and whoever else working your heads off to create a chilloutplace and atmosphere in the SubUrban Area at Risøya'09:
You made it. Again.
I WANT TO DO THAT TOO.
I'm no dancer (yet?), I'm even capable of the wonders of stumbling in my own feet just crossing sidewalks. Maybe that's what fascinates me? The fact to know that someone is in control of their body reflexes and coordination and that it looks SO flippin' amazing! *sigh*
Maybe it's the feeling of being in another world besides my own and still feel like I belong? We're all performers, me with my music and they with their.. everything! It's just so much more obvious (or at least SHOULD be) that they're hard working and talented performers; their bodies are their instruments, and when they're REALLY talented, you get to know the person behind the dance WHILE they're dancing. I can't do that as a singer, even if I LOVE what I do. I can sing a song and you can listen to the words, but you still don't know me, even if it might be my heart I'm singing from. "Just 'cause you can sing doesn't mean you love music" (quote S. Kelly).
Or maybe it's the fact that wherever you turn, in whatever culture or country, grafitti and breakdancing are looked upon as something weird, "show off-y", something only minorities do, and that's what I want to prove otherwise. Not that I can prove anything, me and my skills of clumsiness. But I can speak for them. Or at least, I WANT to speak for them. Jesus hung out with the rebels, the outcasts, the minorities. He blessed them more than any of the others. And the others didn't even get it.
What, with the general human being ('cause that's what they are; human beings, like you and me, even if I sometimes can't believe it myself), fascinates you more than when they dance?
It's different with a dancer than a singer, like I mentioned. They can't hide their heart when they dance, cause it's ALL OVER THE PLACE. A dancer could easily get his or her heart trampled on when he/she is dancing. Cause it's all from the heart. I mean ALL. That's why dancers take bigger risks, I think. And that's why I TRULY love that the crew Quick won this years' Norwegian Talents.
How many chances do crews get vs how many chances singers get?
You can sing, write music, perform your written music - and still not even be close to all the hard work a dancer or break dancer put into their performance.
So.
On behalf of all the misunderstanding people all over Norway/the world/wherever:
Sorry for not giving you the creds you totally deserve.
The atmosphere in the SubUrban Cafè is touchable. It's a lot of LIFE down there. It's almost as if you feel like you've been suffocated in a very strict and cold area all year, and when you suddenly appear in the SubUrban area, you're able to breathe. You can take a deep breath and it all feels like summer and rain at the same time. I can only speak for myself, but summer rain is one of the most relieving things I can imagine. Thanks for blessing me, even if I'm clumsy and can't dance (yet?).
So to all you bboys 'n girls and whoever else working your heads off to create a chilloutplace and atmosphere in the SubUrban Area at Risøya'09:
You made it. Again.
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