Le cul entre les deux chaises

An American Spaniard in France or: How I Learned to Make an Ass of Myself in Three Cultures


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2013 Summer Playlist

Summer officially ended over the weekend. The weather turned here a few weeks ago, but I was too wrapped up in reading everything on the Internet to consider that it might be a good time to close out the 2013 Summer Playlist.

The only thing I have to say for myself this time is that since I wasn’t online for two whole months, I didn’t get a chance to hear a lot of new stuff.

2013 Summer Playlist

  1. Arctic Monkeys, “R U Mine?” — if you like AM, Bloc Party, Hard-Fi, etc. this is more of that.
  2. Awolnation, “Sail” — like Muse, but good.
  3. Daft Punk, “Get Lucky” — this is the song that will endure as the song of the summer.
  4. Fitz and the Tantrums, “Out of My League” — if John Hughes were still alive, he’d score a teen comedy to this song.
  5. Kings of Leon, “Wait For Me” — someday, I’m going to stop loving KoL as much as I do.
  6. Kings of Leon, “Supersoaker” — this year isn’t going to be when that happens.
  7. Owl Eyes, “Pumped Up Kicks” — Aussie girl covers a 2011 Spring Playlist selection and makes it more fun.
  8. Reptile Youth, “Speeddance” — this song makes me vogue.
  9. San Cisco, “Fred Astaire” — the happiest of the bunch, kinda like Vampire Weekend.
  10. Andre 3000 and Beyoncé, “Back to Black” — is it wrong that I like this Amy Winehouse cover better?
  11. will.i.am, “Bang Bang” — I’ll grant that the lyrics are terrible, but it’s very catchy.
  12. Woodkid, “I Love You” — a French guy who sings Wall of Sound-ish tunes in English.

The back catalog: 2012 Winter, 2012 Summer

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Daft Charleston

From ages three to thirteen, every Thursday of the school year, I went to dance class. The only time I didn’t object was the very first day, since I didn’t yet know that it would be the single most loathsome part of my youth. All these years later, I still get all stiff-jawed and sweary when I think about the goddamn nightmare that was ballet classes.

At the end of each season, there’d be a recital at the big performance center in my town. Huge. Almost 3,000 seats. Annually, I endured THE WORST three days of my life as we had to perform four times over the course of a weekend. It was unadulterated misery for me. Honestly, I could go on for the rest of the day enumerating the many and varied ways in which I hated dance class, the recital weekend, all the girls in my class, the stage makeup, the bright lights and the preposterous costumes. Basically, it embodied everything that I am not about, most notably being girly and an attention whore.

But that’s not what we’re here to talk about today. We’re here to talk about how, even now, all these years later, I still remember some of the choreography. One year, there was a dance medley (if you can name anything worse than a medley you win a prize) and the Charleston was among them. For one brief moment, I had fun in class because we learned it to Benny Goodman’s “Sing, Sing, Sing” which is just such a great song. We got to freestyle a bit during the really jumpy part and dance class was the opposite of horrible for five minutes.

The Internet put the Charleston dance together with Daft Punk, which, being a French group, I think qualifies as appropriate subject matter for this blog. The two guys are really jiving in a way that makes me so happy, I almost forget about how much I hated dance class for a few moments. They’re that good.

According to the Interwebs, the guys are Al Minns & Leon James from the Savoy Ballroom in Harlem.