Music

Nobody

Let me preface this by saying I’m not really a fan of Rick Ross. Or French Montana. However, I am a fan of Sean Combs, for no other reason than he told us that he won’t stop, and he hasn’t. I first heard this song last week on my way home from the gym. I was not particularly enthralled by the song itself– I tend to dislike remakes– but I did enjoy Diddy’s monologue, which is interspersed throughout the song. Ross won’t divulge to whom this rant of sorts was addressed, which just adds to my amusement.  Despite Diddy’s liberal use of the N-word, I think he’s got a pretty interesting message (I’m also ignoring the fact that he was likely referring to himself as God…).

[Don’t watch the video if you are offended by profanity.]

 

My favorite part:

You don’t wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don’t wanna go into the [expletive] dark
Where it’s lonely
You can’t handle the [expletive] the pain

 

 

 

 

Also, I was chatting with a co-worker today and we realized that Biggie was killed seventeen–SEVENTEEN– years ago. Time really flies.

 

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Music, Yoga

Finding My Voice

My practicum is on Sunday, March 17th. Early yesterday morning,  I wrote Laurie a frantic e-mail, asking a half dozen questions about the sequence she assigned to me, then spent the better part of the day worrying because she hadn’t yet responded.  Her response, when it finally arrived, some 28 hours later?

You are so funny, Keisha. You are definitely over-thinking this.
The seated twist in the manual is fine, just remember to mirror the cues. You
can keep it simple for getting out of ankle to knee and your transition from
vira[bhadrasana] I into triangle forward bend is perfection.

You have this down. You will ace the practicum, I have NO doubt.
Xo

Perhaps I am over-thinking this. In fact, I know I am. But now that I have the answers to my questions, I can focus on the fun stuff– the MUSIC.

I feel like I don’t know anyone who isn’t a music-lover. We may not all  like the same kind of music, but most of us love the way music makes us feel. When Laurie told us we could play music during the practicum if we wanted, I immediately became excited. What would I play???  I came up with a brief playlist– the sequence is only 30 minutes long– and it includes songs by DJ Drez, Fela Kuti, Bonobo, Nosaj Thing, Liquideep, and J Dilla.

When it came to Dilla, I chose “So Far to Go,” but I was torn… I didn’t know if I should use the original, instrumental version, or the version with Common rhyming and D’Angelo’s vocals?  I happen to love the second version, and there’s nothing vulgar about it– it’s pretty much a love song.  But I was hesitant. Some people just don’t like rap.  I didn’t want to play anything that would offend anyone.

Then I remembered this recent post by my favorite Twitter yogini, Jessica Lesley.

Part of yoga is finding your truth and trusting your own voice. Finding my voice as a teacher meant letting go of what I think a yoga teacher is “supposed” to be. For me that means making sure the person leading the class is the same person that you run into at the grocery store. I don’t whisper in my normal conversations, so I do not whisper when I teach (no breathy “innnhaaale now exhhaaale” either). If you get in my car you won’t hear chanting or sitar music (well maybe once in a while), so I don’t really play that in my classes. I refuse to feel like I’m leading a double life.

So, I’d say that about clears it up, no?

I listen to rap. I also listen to a ton of soca– I thought about adding it to the list but I couldn’t find anything that wasn’t too uptempo– and all sorts of random electronic dance music, jazz, bossa nova, Haitian zouk and konpa, reggaeton, some dancehall, and let’s not forget that I love me some Beyonce and Rihanna.  I’m fairly certain that songs of all these genres will find their way into my classes. And let’s be real. If you’re focused on the music playing, then you’re really not paying attention to what you should be doing– which is practicing yoga!

Guys…I’m so nervous I could scream!

p.s. I know I’m about eight hours late with this post. My bad. I usually write my posts the weekend before and schedule them to publish at 1 pm the following Tuesday. But last weekend I was studying for and taking my YTT final exam (which I’m pretty sure I knocked out of the park, BTW), so it just didn’t happen. And last night I started removing  my Senegalese twists because I want my hair to be wild and free during the practicum. Forgive me!

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Music

Merry Christmas!

So, a video of DMX gleefully singing Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer has been making the rounds for a few weeks now. But I happened to find this gem, created by Andrew Spena, which just takes Earl’s delightful version of Rudolph to a whole new, hilarious level.  As a long-time fan of DMX (I played It’s Dark and Hell Is Hot ad nauseam during the summer of 1998, and the Ruff Ryders Anthem remains on my running playlist to this day), I’m glad to see him getting a little bit of shine that has nothing to do with his drug use or multiple arrests.

Hope you enjoy your day!  I have to work, but I’ll be  home in time for dinner with my family.

Love Always.

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Music, Personal

Wake Up, Wake Up, Wake Up

I woke up late this morning. Most nights, I start out on my side and eventually flop onto my belly. So I rolled over this morning, my eyes startled by the sunlight pouring through my blinds. I thought: WHY IS IT SO SUNNY????

A quick glance at my phone told me what I already knew. It was 7:48 am. And I start my shift at 8. The first thing I did was call my supervisor to let him know I’d be late. Then I dashed into the shower.

I can only laugh at myself. In all my  years of working, I have never overslept.

Welp. Here’s a little vintage Bone Thugs-N-Harmony for your listening pleasure.  Enjoy the first day of October, y’all.

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