robyn, amber, deborah

i've been spending the first part of my mornings lately in the office next door, chatting with two of my coworkers. we work in the same office, it's just that the offices are separated by a wall. so it's...well, it's two different offices. but part of the same office. fuck it, work semantics are boring.

the point is, i was chatting with my two coworkers and mentioned to them how much i hate gay dance music. in truth, i hate any dance music, but pretty much all dance music is gay dance music, right? unless, of course, it's like jamaican "dance hall" music and it talks about burning faggots. then it's another animal entirely. anyway, when i told my coworker how much i hated dance music, she said, disbelievingly, "why!?" as if dance music had been sent to us from some higher power. as if shaking our groove things (remind me never to say that again. ever.) to a thumping beat would lead us all to nirvana. now i know that a few of you out there, especially certain members of the cabinet, will disagree with me when i say this, but: dance music is repetitive and boring. there, the i've said it.

that being said, i've spent the last two days making a gay dance remix of scott's song "most of me." he's a musical theater writer who has a penchant for, let's say, sometimes-corny ballads. not that these ballads are at all bad; he just knows what an audience wants to hear. and every show needs some kind of uplifting ballad number. every year at the end of pier dance they play one of these songs remixed into a gay dance number. the lyrics always involve loving ourselves, loving each other, working together in harmony, and pride. at the end of pier dance this year, scott and i decided that we were going to have our own gay dance song, absurd enough to be played during the fireworks at pier dance.

so i've spent the last two nights after dinner (using all of this time i discovered when i turned off the television and stopped watching programs i didn't care about) taking this vocal track of our friend shanna singing and making it a gay dance song. and, if i must say so myself, it's definitely pier-worthy.

so look out paul oakenfield! er, um, oakenfold? whatever. look out, i'm comin' for your job.

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