That’s right. Solid gold. Here’s a little ad I made up for a magazine. If you feel as zealous as we do about dancing your ass off without all the baggage that comes with doing it in public – maybe you want to download this ad? Put it on your fridge? Tape it to your cubicle? Modge Podge it all over your car to be an around town advertisement? I don’t know. That’s why I’m throwing it up here, just in case. And I mean “throwing it up” as in “posting it” – not vomiting. Although that could be funny slang for vomit – “That lady was so drunk – she posted all over my new sweater!” Ok – that doesn’t really work. Anyway – here she is. Do with her as you please. And if anyone out there decides to do a count stitch pillow of this design? Well – I’ll pay you handsomely for another.
DJ Muzak pulled out all the stops tonight with her eclectic mix of old and new, global and local. And who knew Nina Simone could be so sublimely dance-able? Not I my friend, not I. Also of note: no mice tried to hijack our dance party tonight – and for that – I am most thankful.
I am also thankful for all the new woah-men who showed up outta nowhere. It’s downright rad how new people hear about this lil ol class and come take a chance on excellence in exercise! Hope you had as much fun as we did!
Stay warm out there ya’ll. See you on Sunday.
Today’s mix, brought to you by D J Bran, was all about variety. There were oldies and goodies, newbies and non-western beats. And early on in the mix, we found out that we weren’t the only ones allured by the sweet sounds pumping out of the stu-stu-studio… we were joined by a little gray, furry friend who wanted to show us her four-legged moves. Thanks to Allison and Jennifer for politely ushering the adorable little lady out the door with appropriate tenderness. She just wants to dance. Maybe we need t-shirts? DDPP – Not Just For Humans. Or not. (I’d like to think Minnie hung out for a while and did the hustle outside the door. Awww!).
Ahem. The playlist:
Yesterday’s class was DDPP virgin central – but you wouldn’t have guessed it from the smooth and experienced dance moves the ladies laid down. DJ Yes Ma’am played the hits and kept us sweating like a good DJ should.
My favorite moment was the synchronized foot stomping that accompanied 500 Miles by the Proclaimers. I felt like I walked at least .5 miles during that tune. Damn that man must have really loved that lady to walk 500. I probably would have flown, or at least enlisted the help of a bicycle. Then again, I can be rather lazy.
Anyway – I digress! Thanks to all the newcomers who put their faith in the power of good music and shaking it with great ladies! It’s pretty much like mainlining perfect joy, and that feels downright phenomenal. We hope to see you again!
DON’T FORGET – NO DDPP THIS WEDNESDAY! WE’LL SEE YOU AFTER THANKSGIVING, YOU TURKEYS!
Girls on film (dun da dun dun dun dun dun) Girls on film.
If you’ve never been to class before and you want to see what it’s like, click on the link below and check out this video: http://video.cltv.com/global/video/WorldNowASX.asp?playerType=native&os=mac&clipid1=1937340&at1=Promotion+20&vt1=v&h1=Dance+Dance+Party+Party&d1=148667&redirUrl=http://www.cltv.com&activePane=info&LaunchPageAdTag=homepage&playerVersion=7
And if you were one of the booty shakers in class last Wednesday – check your fine self out! I think we all look rather coordinated, n’est ce pas?
Yes. Yes we kan.
Despite the TV camera from Metromix being all up in our bizzo, we danced without fear. We danced with pizazz. We shook our money makers and we all got some change. Word is we’ll be on Metromix TV (which is on CLTV? Comcast? I don’t know – I don’t have this new invention called TV) this Friday. But word is also that we’ll be archived on the internet for all of eternity. Word. There goes all of our chances at being president. Oh wait – I want my pres to dance like s/he means it.
One of the many highlights of the night came at the end of class when the camera man lamented that there wasn’t anything out there like this for men. He said he caught himself dancing while on the job and that it looked like a lot of fun! He’s right! C’mon Western culture! Get with the times! Letting go of your ego is F.U.N. (frickin unbelievably neato)!!!
And also! We’ll be on the air in Canada! Oh yeah! Sometime this week, DDPP will be featured on the fabulous show As It Happens. Checky here to listen: http://www.cbc.ca/aih/index.html
Keep on keeping on ladies. You’re looking mighty good while you do so.
And here’s DJ 712′s hot mix for the record books tonight. Check it out:
Let’s Dance by David Bowie
Dancing with Myself by Billy Idol
Rock Lobster by B-52′s
Track 03 by the Busy Signals (I call the song “Can’t Stand It”)
Gett Off by Prince
It’s Like That by Mariah Carey
Fire Fire by M.I.A.
Give It To Me by Timbaland
Blindfold Me by Kelis
Cindrella Under the Umbrella by Rihanna
Clothes Off by Gym Class Heroes
Stronger by Kanye West
B.O.B. by Outkast
Wolf Like Me by TV on the Radio
Sunday Morning by No Doubt
I’ll Kiss You by Cyndi Lauper
Close to Me by The Cure
Human Nature by Michael Jackson
Ok – first let’s get the bad news out of the way…
THERE WILL BE NO DDPP ON THANKSGIVING EVE – WEDS THE 21st.
We figured ya’ll might be out of town and have family on the brain. We’ll work that punkin’ pie off on the Sunday after.
And now for the good news!
Metro Mix TV is going to be in class this coming Weds (November 14)! We’d love to pack the house for this one! The more of us who show, the less the camera will be on each of us. Strength in numbers ladies! And who are we kidding – this is exciting! Come and show Chicago how we just don’t give a dang. It won’t hurt, I promise!
If you needed a reason to come to class for the first time, or you’re a long time DDPP-er and want to read about the scene you help create, check out this article! Thanks to Monica Eng who braved the ridiculous environs in the name of news!
Girls go wild at Dance Dance Party Party
By Monica Eng | Tribune staff reporter
November 8, 2007
Ladies, how many times have you been out on the dance floor wishing that you were:
A) not wearing those ridiculously painful shoes;
B) free to bust out your craziest moves; or
C) wearing a sports bra?
Well, I’m here to tell you girls that there is a dance floor where you’re not just allowed but encouraged to do all three. It’s called Dance Dance Party Party, and it may just be the funkiest weekly dance party/exercise class this city has ever seen.
The concept is so simple that it seems weird no one thought of it before: Basically get a room, play some butt-kicking tunes and let women dressed in exercise gear get their groove on for about an hour.
Although the DDPP events started in New York, Chicago roommates Jenn Brandel and Jenn Martin said they thought it up independently one night earlier this year when they decided they were sick of going to the gym.
“When I was on the treadmill with my iPod on I would just want to bust out and dance, but that’s not something you can do at the gym without getting dirty looks,” Brandel said. “So we sat down one night and said, ‘Let’s just do a dance class for women.’”
The next day Brandel, a freelance radio producer, saw a story in a magazine about the ladies who started DDPP in New York and thought it was “the most amazing cosmic synchronicity ever.” She and Martin decided to join them as the Chicago chapter — other chapters include Los Angeles and Austin, with more opening soon.
After starting up DDPP Chicago in June, the Jenns have attracted a loyal following of groovesters to their Wednesday night all-chick jamborees, with attendance ranging from 10 to 26 people each week. This month they’ll expand the schedule with a Sunday afternoon dance party as well.
Intrigued, we pulled on the same sweats, T-shirt, running bra and shoes we’d wear on the treadmill and dropped into the Perpetual Motion Dance Studio in North Center on a recent Wednesday. Nerdily cool gals in their 20s and 30s were warming up and chatting in the basement studio when we arrived. About a dozen had gathered as the 6:30 start time arrived.
Some were newcomers.
“My boss mentioned [DDPP] to me and then the next day I saw a flier for it and I thought I should come,” said Natalie Sacco, 23, a first-timer who recently arrived in Chicago.
Others were more experienced DDPPers
“A friend in radio convinced me to come,” explained Kristin Moo. “When I got here the first time, they warned us that it would be a little bit awkward and that everyone would feel a little shy at first. But by the end of the first song you don’t even think about what you are doing.”
Liz Mason, 33, a bookstore manager who was dressed in knee-high tube socks, shorts and running shoes, has been attending since the first week.
“I met both of the Jenns at a clothing swap party where someone brought a turquoise leotard and we all got on the topic of ‘Oh my God, I also love “Xanadu,”‘” Mason said, demonstrating the kind of off-kilter sense of humor and nostalgia that pervades the event. “When Jenn Brandel mentioned she was going to do this, I said ‘I am totally in’ and, unsolicited, I made her a dance CD.”
Once the clock hits about 6:40 p.m., and most participants have arrived, stretched and handed over their $5 admission fee, the Jenns — tonight both dressed in “We can dance if we want to” T-shirts and white headbands — welcome the group and lay down the only rule: “No judgments of anyone else — or yourself.”
With that, Brandel dims the lights and announces that tonight she’s the deejay — participants can also submit their own playlists and play guest deejay.
With only a floor lamp, some revolving colored lights, a lava lamp projection and some sparkly Christmas lights on the floor to guide us, we start moving to the hypnotic “Rafiki” by Zap Mama. A few gals are a little stiff and self-conscious but by the end of the song, and for the rest of the night, we’re all shakin’ it like we just don’t care.
As the playlist flows into The Cars’ “Let’s Go,” Bow Wow Wow’s “I Want Candy” and The Waitresses’ “I Know What Boys Like,” we’re breaking out crazy moves that we’ve only ever shown our stuffed animals in the privacy of our teenage bedrooms. Why we decide to reveal our inner spaz to this room of mostly strangers is unclear. Maybe it’s the dim lights, the girls-only policy or the vintage tunes that transport us to our childhoods. Whatever the reason, it works. And before we know it we’ve soaked through our workout clothes and fogged up all the windows.
In the absence of an automated exercise machine or personal trainer, we have irresistible songs urging us to keep going. Brandel planned her playlist brilliantly, dropping in The B-52s’ “Love Shack” at about the one-hour mark when some of us had started to flag. But who can possibly resist bouncing around like a freak to this song? Not me.
Other songs on Brandel’s playlist included Technotronic’s “Pump Up the Jam,” a remix of Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing,” The Police’s “Do Do Do De Da Da Da” and Billy Ocean’s “Get Out of My Dreams (and into my car),” finishing with Feist’s “I Feel it All” before the cool-down stretching music kicks in at 7:55.
Soon the lights flip on to reveal a room of sweaty women who clap, hoot and begin gathering their water bottles and bags. They’re the same women I met 90 minutes ago but with whom I feel a new camaraderie. We’ve shared something weirdly personal. And I’m not sure why. But it was a buttload of fun.
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Dance Dance Party Party
Where: Perpetual Motion Dance Studios, 4057 N. Damen Ave.
When: 6:30-8 p.m. Wednesdays and 3:30-5 p.m. Sundays.
Go to dancedancepartyparty.com or e-mail email@example.com for information.
Despite the wintry temps and the gloomy darkness, DDPP was like a breath of liquid magma tonight – and we all splashed around in it quite contentedly without getting burned. Thanks to all the new comers who took a chance on the phenom that is DDPP!
DJ LadyKStud proffered a fine mix of toe tappers and booty slappers for our warmth and dancejoyment. Word is there’s a saucy video of her floating around to one of the songs featured on the mix. Do tell Lady K Stud! We demand it!