Jump, Jive an'
Early Saturday morning I put on Big Bad Voodoo Daddy and began making my bed. "The Boogie Bumper" started blasting. Four songs later my bedroom was completely rearranged. These guys really know how to get an old broad up and shaking like Jello ™ in an earthquake. Although I damn near had a heart attack during "Mr. Pinstripe Suit" dancing across the room with a chest of drawers. Thank God for "Minnie the Moocher." I was able to catch my breath while Scotty Morris wailed one of the best takes of this Cab Calloway standard that I ever heard.
Around noon I moved into the living room and was boogeying down to the Brian Setzer Orchestra while I vacuumed. That's when my dog decided that the backyard was the safest place to be. I'm really sorry, Judd, but I was just having too much fun during "Jump Jive an' Wail" to notice the vacuum sucked up your tail. I'm sure the fur will grow back. Hopefully the stray cats in the neighborhood won't laugh too hard at you.
Late afternoon, Cherry Poppin' Daddies were rocking the house when I hit the laundry room. A veritable blizzard of socks, t-shirts and underwear flew through the air during "Zoot Suit Riot." Gotta love those drums.
My son suddenly remembered a dentist appointment when he walked in on me slithering around with my lingerie during "Here Comes the Snake." Can't imagine why he was so embarrassed. I'm the one who threw out her back doing the shimmy.
Next week, after I get out of traction, I've promised my significant other that I'll play him the above three CDs if he'll help me clean the garage. He can lift the heavy stuff while I dance. Hmmmm. I wonder if the S.O. can shimmy…
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