I am at the desk, waving uncontrollably to the beat of the song, “Saviour,” by La Roux. Actually, I am supposed to be taking a break from the solo dance to the tune of La Roux’s songs. But, I just can not stop moving and shaking both my upper body and my legs. God knows if only I could move my seat, I would shake it too. Dancing solo has become a daily routine for me. I see this as a great workout; a jazzercise with the benefits of loss of weight and muscle toning, minus the fees. I also see this a great way to kill time.
Unlike Oscar, I am wired to pop music; the more I can rock, the better. Back in college, I used to watch Tom Jones’ TV show, “This Is Tom Jones.” When watching, I would dance the whole duration of it. In a conversation sometime last year, I was told that tomboys were drawn to his songs. That sounded quite true.
The daily dancing routine started only four months ago, about the time when Oscar coaxed me out of a future singing contest with my high school alumnae; he succeeded by letting me listening to my own voice. To his surprise, I then channeled my energy to another act — dancing, which I am afraid was not much to his liking, either. At first, Lady Gaga’s music permeated the room day in, day out. Once I started paying attention to her, I noticed her name translation in Taiwan was “女神卡卡,” which I can’t help reading as “女神咖咖.” It comes so naturally as I tend to blend the English and Chinese sounds together. How does that sound? It tickles me.
Nowadays, I stick mostly to La Roux’s music. When I first saw her in the video, I wondered why he dressed like a girl. After knowing her true identity, I have come to like her appearance. And, you can count me as one of her fans now.
OK, it’s time to turn to the YoutTube site again. No kidding, YouTube is where I listen to. Hey, what can you expect from a low-tech person?
