Superbowl Funday

For all of you who could give a dang about overpaid men throwing a pigskin around, you’re in luck. We’ll be dancing tomorrow – same time, same place. (4pm – 5pm at 4057 N Damen Ave). Hope to see you there!

But for all of you who use the game as an excuse to eat a plate of this:

know that we can grab nachos after DDPP, too.

COOKIEPUSS!!!

I was going to save this for the end, but really, why? DJ Cookiepuss made a mix that was so intense, so inspiring, that one lady dancer’s tampon fell out. There.

That’s right. An ice cream cake made by Carvel (who else?) traipsed into class and plugged us into this sasstastic mix:

Just like the cake itself, her mix served 12-14 perfectly, leaving us with a supreme sugar high and ring of white around our maws. And the songs DJ Cookiepuss scooped generously for us didn’t have to say much. Instead, they just blew us away with their sweet, bass-rich flavors (and ice cream cone noses). And although the room was packed with women – we didn’t have nearly enough milk to go around and wash it down. That’s alright though – because we used sweat. (watoooy!)

What I really wanted to do for this blog was make a magic eye picture featuring a unicorn making love to a narwhal, because that’s exactly what this mix felt like. But I just don’t have the skills. But if you look hard enough, and listen long enough, I’m convinced you’ll see exactly what I mean below:

Thank you thank you thank you cookiepuss. Even though it was none of our birthdays, you made our birthdays.

オハイオくそ!!!

In case you didn’t know, that’s (probably) Japanese for “Oh Sh*t,” which is what we were screaming Sunday when DJ BridesILLah brought the studio down with her beats!

She put us on lockdown, shook the floor, and spit some poison that had us all walking with Jesus!  But DJ BridesILLah wasn’t wrong, we were girls in need something else–something sexy and robotic.  We weren’t fooled by the rock that she got, we knew she was still Kiki Bizzo from the block!  And if anyone had tried to tell us to turn the music down, they would have met with the immortal words of Macaulay Culkin.

Take a gander at the ILLest mix in town:

Thanks for taking us to the point of no return Bzillah!  You can terrorize my town any time–言葉!

Two-fer! + a Complimentary Anti-Depressant!

First off, let me say if you stayed home on Wednesday to watch Lost, than you LOST!!! Big time!  Because you missed out on DJ Michelle Leslie Brown’s celebratory mix.  That’s right–new administration=NEW MUSIC!  A stomp worthy mix that we wouldn’t dare put asunder, DJ MLB blended funky fresh old school and new, and pulled out two of the most hardcore, kick-ass tunes I have ever lost my mind to on the dancefloor, and which I heartily plan on poaching for a future mix!  See numbers 6 and 7:

DJ MLB, not only did you make me feel like dancing, your mix melted away all my inhibitions.  I got to flailing so hard during Stevie wonder that I think I sprained my butt!  It was a religious experience and looked something like this, minus the habit:

That I CAN go for!

And now for the two promised in the title.  Some of you may have noticed that last Wednesday’s playlist hasn’t yet been posted!  Sorry about that, things have been crazy round here lately!  Alas, I was not present for this one, but I can fully imagine DJ Rudy Toot’s smokin’ hot, decade and genre busting mix was a gumbo of goodness that made that ridiculously frigid night more bearable!  Mmmm, New Jack Swing…

Toot toot! AND BOOM BOOM! JB here in the house. Here to apologize for not getting the Rudy Toot’s mix up in a timely manner! I was getting chased by bison on the great American plains, and those mother cluckers wouldn’t let me pause to blog. So let me just say a word or 57 about Rudy Toot’s high-octane tunage.

So this mix was the antidote to seasonal affective disorder. Rudy informed us before the mix began that there was one song on there that could sucker punch the winter blues no matter how big and bad they were. The thing is – every song on the mix could do it (and did!)

For me, that blues-buster was “Automatic” – the greatest song in the Pointer Sisters’ catalog. I always have to ask myself when it begins- is that a Pointer Brother? Lady’s got one hell of  range.

But when our lady tis of thee Dolly Parton came in to sing the song of the working woman, our serotonin levels were at a collective high (as were our kicks).

But the real McCoy for DJ Rudy Tootser was this Hot Hot Hot!!! Cure song, which of course, is pure, molten magma. Give us -20 degree temps! Dump on us with enough snow to bury our city! We have The Cure.

Thanks Rudy Toot. My scalding soreness from those high kicks has just begun to subside.

It’s Muzak B*#@hes!

Holy Smokes!  Yesterday’s mix was so tight I got a cramp, and so good that it didn’t stop me!  As usual, DJ Muzak brought us to our knees–literally.  When’s the last time you saw a room full of ladies crawling around on the floor arching their backs like alley cats (besides on Cinemax at 3 a.m.)?  Me-ow. (Go ahead and click on the graphic, by the way) 

 

 

Not to mention the SIX armed goddess of boogie we threw up in front of the lava projector!  We clapped, we stomped, we patted our weaves, popped our lip gloss, and wound it up!  London Bridge came down, but everything was alright.  Muzak, your booty shakin’,  heart-pounding mix made all our fantasies come true!

No doubt about it, we are slaves 4 Ur music, Muzak!

In case you didn’t know…

 

 

 

 

equals AWESOMENESS!!!

Who better to do something special for all the ladies in the world than THE Lady herself?  DJ Lady K Stud that is.  We can always count on the Stud to hit it hard, and this Sunday was no exception.  She brought everybody back to life with the bomb she dropped!  It was a packed house, full of I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T women ready for the floor.  That go go gadget flow inspired the le freak in all of us!  I think the grins on everyone’s faces at the end of the evening told the story—we came, we we clapped, we laughed, we (just) danced, and it RULED:

Big ups Lady-K-Lady, you deserve it girrrrl!

Hot Bass. Sweet Beats.

So iphone cases – we found out the hard way that these clear, indestructible, totally hot little plastic numbers are surprisingly hard to take off of the machine when you need to connect the1/8th inch cable.

But lucky for us, DJ Stone Fox is married to this guy:

Yep. He’s the bomb. And with no more than a 5 minute notice, the man can upload a mix to an ipod and get it over to the studio. Mmm mmm mmmm!

Thanks to Kelley Clink for being there in the clutch with her ipod and some Prince to get us started while Macgyver worked his magic! And thanks to all the new comers who came to make good on their resolutions and give DDPP a try. I don’t want to be presumptuous (oh wait, yes I do) – but I imagine your 2009 resolution list might have looked something like this:

1. Be nicer to myself: stop judging, start loving

1.a. Be nicer to others: stop judging, start loving

2. Have buckets of fun with my ladies

3. Get reeeeeal comfortable with my body – learn to love it for all the amazing moves contained within

4. Expose myself to new music

5. Give myself some time each week to turn my brain off and just have fun

6. Feel like an 11 year old at my best friend’s sleepover party at least once a week

7. Make new friends and connections

8. Save money. Don’t take a lot of $15 yoga classes

9. Get some exercise

(Yep. I’m too lazy to make #1a into #2 and renumber the rest of the list. That’s for 2010: Stop being so GD lazy.)

Thanks to DJ Stone Fox for mixing up such a beat and bass-a-licious playlist for us.We know how ladies loooooove their bass .

In review: I met a lot of new goodness in the form of ladies, heard a lot of new goodness in the form of song, and even developed a new move that’s been waiting to emerge for quite some time: the cartilage. What is it, you ask? Why it’s when you pretend you have no bones in your body, only cartilage. And then you let everything get all goopy and slack. There you go. No charge. Want to see it in action? See ya next Wednesday.

And now, the mix heard round the hood:

PS – if you left a red sigg water bottle at class. We gots it.

New Year, New Music! (mostly…)

Yesterday’s mix brought you thirteen spanking new tunes, a Disco Edit of an old favorite, and a mash up chock full of DDPP classics–and I gotta tell ya, I’m sore all over!  But what was really special about yesterday was the vibe.  Veterans and newbies alike let go and got DOWN!  It was pure, unadulterated F-U-N, a veritable fest of smiles.   Thanks, everyone, for coming out and making the first dance of 09 super special!  So, without further ado, I hope this:

 

Made you feel like this:

–Google Images interpretation of warm and fuzzy

Happy New Year!

Make a Resolution…

TO DANCE!!!  Come and join us for the first DDPP of 2009 tomorrow and start the year off right!  DJ Dizz has made a resolution of her own–to ROCK YOUR WORLD.  So if you need a little more incentive to get out of the house tomorrow, peep her playlist and behold your glorious, sweaty future.