Showing posts with label Robyn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robyn. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Dance Emergency

Sometimes a gal just needs to dance it out. And today, today is that day. So whether you’re dancing on your own, or in a packed room, or like nobody is watching, the floor is yours.

Nicki Minaj, “Pound the Alarm”

Crazy? Yes. Crazy fun? Definitely.

M.I.A., “Bad Girls”

Also crazy. Also a good thing.

Ellie Goulding, “Anything Could Happen”

I wanted to hear this song once more before “Glee” ruined it forever.

Robyn, “Call Your Girlfriend”

Even SNL cast members need to dance it out sometimes. And if you don’t think Taran Killam’s choreography is spot-on, check it out for yourself.

Right, now, doesn’t that feel better? And, please, feel free to share your secret dance stash. A gal never knows when she’ll have another dance emergency.

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

Call your girlfriend, no, really

Remember last week when I was talking about us tiny humans sometimes doing beautiful things. Well, here’s another example. If you know Robyn, you know it’s kind of impossible to listen to her music without moving your body. The Scandinavian dancehall queen’s latest single is the incalculably catchy “Call Your Girlfriend.” I like it more each time I hear it. I also really enjoy her lack of pronouns past those of the eponymous girlfriend. OK, sure, I feel a little bad for said girlfriend. But, hey, the girl can’t help it. It’s different when we kiss. Anyway, the original version is just good, danceable fun. And if you saw this delightful Swede with the perpetually lesbionic hair perform it on Ellen a couple of weeks ago you know exactly what I’m talking about. If not, please enjoy.

Quick question: Is it just me or is Robyn wearing a girdle made entirely out of Calvin Klein underwear waistbands? Just checking.

Now, here is where the tiny human, beautiful thing part really comes into play. So, as us humans are want to do, we like to put our own twist on the original. So while trolling the depths of the series of tubes over the weekend, I happened upon this viral video of fellow Swedish singing group Erato doing a very special cover of “Call Your Girlfriend.” You could call it just an a capella version. But I won’t ruin it for you. Please, press play.

I know, right!? See what we tiny humans can do with beautiful voices, well-timed claps and a few empty cottage cheese tubs? Lovely, simply lovely. Well done, Sweden.