The End.
Love,
Meggo.
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In the spirit of summer dance parties, I want to draw attention to The Dance Party. DC is not particularly known for its indie music scene, but I learned about The Dance Party skimming through upcoming shows at the Black Cat--my exact thought process was as follows: "The Dance Party? Hmm. I love dance parties." [click.] [click.] [commence booty shaking.] The band hails from College Park, MD and is comprised of Mick Coogan (vocals/guitar), Danny Hoag (bass), Jeff David (drums), and Kevin Bayly (guitar), and their music falls more appropriately under "power-pop" -- whatever that means.
Regardless, be forewarned: this album is a sweat inducer.
This particular song, Renegade, is not representative of the foot thumping, head rocking, booty shaking that follows after approximately 19 seconds of playing the first song on the album ("A-list"). I do have my criticisms though...The album is ripe with words half-screamed in syllable form, repeated as if I missed it the 13th time; teenage angst one-liners sung in falsetto; and even worse dancing as exemplified in the youtube video bleow, reifying what we know as "that (white) guy" trying too hard at the club. Nonetheless, the band has awesome beats-- I will bet on the Lindbergh baby that it won't fail to get you dancing. So, know that the album is amazing--but I want to talk about "Renegade."
"Renegade" is one of the slower songs on the album, but it somehow still manages to get me playing air drums. This song speaks to me particularly because of these lyrics:
It's such a gas
When you're living fast
And your friends don't know your name
Spinning 'round
Down in District town
I do believe I lost my way
It's such a gas
When you're living fast
And your friends don't know your name
Spinning 'round
Down in District town
I do believe I lost my way
This summer has been ridiculous for me. And I know none of you know (or care to know) who I am, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I just graduated from American University in May and I've since been putzing around DC trying to find a job in this broke-as-shit thing some call the "economy" (unemployment jumped to 26% in July!). I'm interning at the same place as Meghan and I make barely enough money to pay bills and party. I suppose this song captures more than just this summer--I think it represents the on-going incapacitated state of ridiculousness the was my last two years in college (thanks KT!).
But I feel attached to the song because it pays homage to my inner child, only to finally say: "Vincent, get it together!" I like the idea of being a renegade--being a living testament to the rejection of social expectations of a college graduate. But, truth be told, there is something comforting in the daily 9-5 hum. In the interest of sparing you my personal dilemma's, I'll end this entry here.
I hope you enjoy the band!
(Blading for non-violence...)
Click HERE for the Black Cat schedule. Playing Sept. 6.
Renegade :: The Dance Party
Close my eyes
For the big surprise
Make a wisher look around
Spinning 'round
Down in New York town
And everything just seems all wrong
Police man
Wanna shake my hand
Ask me how I feel today
I said I'm doing fine
But my friend and I
Do believe we lost our way
Coming down
Don't count unless you mean it
Back, get back to it
Back, get back to it
Getting down
Don't count unless you feel it
Back, get back to it
Back, get back to it
Killing time
On your daddy's dime
Gonna make you a man someday
I grab my coat
And she grabs her coke
The disco's just two blocks away
Uncle Sam
Wanna shake my hand
Tell me "Son, you're doing just fine"
Hey, thanks man
But you don't understand
All I do is waste my time
It's such a gas
When you're living fast
And your friends don't know your name
Spinning 'round
Down in District town
I do believe I lost my way
RIDICULOUS (WHITE) MAN DANCING:
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