Hooray for Sundays!

Once again the end of summer is upon us, long leisurely days slipping away like so many dandelion seeds on the wind.  Anyone else hearing the opening to “Patience” in their head right now?

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Me neither, just checking.

The temperature is dropping outside, anyway.  Inside the studio it’s still steamy as August–or as steamy as August was supposed to be!  Thanks to the booty shaking efforts of the fine ladies who joined us this afternoon to celebrate the triumphant return of Sundays, we conjured a sweat worthy of those 100 degree dog days of summer that turned out to be m.i.a. this year.  So take that Mother Nature!  Yeah.

Anywho, it’s great to have all you weekenders back!  Especially because it means I can recycle my Wednesday mixes and you’re none the wiser.  Wait a minute, did I just type that out loud…aw hell, who am I kidding?  I had a blast dancing to this one the first time around, and I’m glad I got to jam out to it again. And let’s be honest, we could all use a little more Mo-town in our lives, original and Philly style.

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See you next week, FINALLY!!!

xo,

Dizz

Sausage Fingers

This is what many of our fingers looked, or probably more accurately – felt like after DJ A LaVee’s rhythmic blood-cell buster of a mix.   

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Yep – sausage fingers. Translation: we clapped our hands, we slapped our thighs, we got down low and hit the floor. The room was pulsing with energy and our hands throbbing in that Cougar Mellencamp hurt-so-good kind of way.

DJ A LaVee was flawless in her delivery of throwback one-hit-wonders as well as rescued surprisingly awesome myspace finds from obscurity. More than once in the brief pause between songs I saw the womens panting and smiling, asking “What the hell song was that?” She keeps us guessing and delighting in her diverse aural treasures. We learned a lot last night – including the fun-fact that Skee-lo of the lost 90′s hit “I Wish” was a school guidance counselor. Getting schooled has never been so endorphin releasing. 

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No Liars Here

No one dared speak out against the vivifying mix of DJ Health Care Reform. Why? Besides the fact that we’re civilized ladies, it’s because she gave us the straight dance express. Her sonic remedy for our flaccid leg blues was chock-a-block with fortifying tunes. These were songs that triggered no flare-ups, no relapses, no conditions besides a studio-wide epidemic of 100% joy. See here fer yerself. 

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dr-hibbert-from-the-simpsonsAnd at the end of class, we all went home and ate lollipops that looked vaguely like condoms. The end.

Shake yo’ self

“Shake your Ass, Watch yourself, Shake your Ass, Show me what you’re working with”. If you are not familiar with the movie About a Boy, then you have no idea what I’m talking about. If you are, you can picture “Marcus” walking down the hall of his new high school with huge headphones on singing this song, completely unaware of anything around him. He’s into the music, he’s feeling it, and he doesn’t care if he’s a little nerdy while doing it. The point is, its about being in your own space and time. This is exactly what DJ Michelle Leslie Brown let us do last night. We shook our asses to “Shake your groove thing…Shake your booty…” Let’s just say we shook it. Time and time again, she produces a stellar mix with no repeats. Not one. She said it was getting harder to do, but DJ MLB I have no doubt you can hang in there a lot longer. She rocked us and then even through in Rhythm of the Night! Except for the two ladies that walked in and stayed for fifteen minutes, we were feeling this tune. Awwww yeah. Keep it going girl.

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