Every summer the radio-monkeys begin playing some type of music that i've been into for years.
Last summer mainstream America learned of the wonders of Soca and Reggaeton. And although Kevin Little may have been my singer of choice in 2002 I have very much moved on... which brings me to the point of my post:
AMERICA PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THIS SUMMERS PAINFUL FORIEGN MUSIC INVASION!!
If Mainstream radio is 2 years behind my god-awful musical tastes then you should start eating curry and paste a little dot on your forehead... because THIS SUMMERS SMASH hits most likely come from the land of many-armed gods and no-english tech-help!
Prepare yourself for the musical stylings of DJ Jazzy Hans Raj Hans and MCs LiL Babla and Ice Kanchan!
If only they made provocative posters of these two... I could tear down one of my Britney Spears posters and put them in her place.
Soon all the ricers in your neighborhood will be blasting Dadiya Mori Laylay with their windows down.
You will be unable to resist the urge to dance with the nearest attractive male... he will chase you through the palmaries (is this an actual english word or did I just english-ify a nice latin one?) as you dance away from him.. eyeing him.. teasing him onward... DADIYA MORI LAYLAY you will sing... your dance will be sultry and seductive... ... finally! he catches you... you both fall to the soft green indian grass... and then.. as he draws near for one passionate kiss... all of the townspeople walk down from behind the shrine to Ganesh laughing and throwing flowers.
FUCK OFF TOWNSPEOPLE!!!
Last summer mainstream America learned of the wonders of Soca and Reggaeton. And although Kevin Little may have been my singer of choice in 2002 I have very much moved on... which brings me to the point of my post:
AMERICA PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THIS SUMMERS PAINFUL FORIEGN MUSIC INVASION!!
If Mainstream radio is 2 years behind my god-awful musical tastes then you should start eating curry and paste a little dot on your forehead... because THIS SUMMERS SMASH hits most likely come from the land of many-armed gods and no-english tech-help!
Prepare yourself for the musical stylings of DJ Jazzy Hans Raj Hans and MCs LiL Babla and Ice Kanchan!
If only they made provocative posters of these two... I could tear down one of my Britney Spears posters and put them in her place.
Soon all the ricers in your neighborhood will be blasting Dadiya Mori Laylay with their windows down.
You will be unable to resist the urge to dance with the nearest attractive male... he will chase you through the palmaries (is this an actual english word or did I just english-ify a nice latin one?) as you dance away from him.. eyeing him.. teasing him onward... DADIYA MORI LAYLAY you will sing... your dance will be sultry and seductive... ... finally! he catches you... you both fall to the soft green indian grass... and then.. as he draws near for one passionate kiss... all of the townspeople walk down from behind the shrine to Ganesh laughing and throwing flowers.
FUCK OFF TOWNSPEOPLE!!!
I think I gave you my new electronic mail address a few months ago, and I do believe that you never kept your promise to write me with yours. The rambling, half-drunk early morning communiqus are still in me, but I have nowhere to send them. Who else wants to read my stunted poetry and slippery mangohands? Remedy post haste.
Other than that, I'm hoping to find some free time to learn to play the accordion. I'm going to be the Germano-Austrian cumbia queen! Maybe I can freestyle with those unparalleled DJs above and create the next World Cup song, so majestically multicultural.
And I'm deadly serious, ready to fall in love with it all over again. It's a World Cup year coming up fast. We know how those always turn out.