Boogaloo Sam and Popin Pete, part of the Electric Boogaloos, are largely credited with realizing/popularizing popping in 1975, with locking being developed around the same time. Popin Pete would develop unique techniques such as crazy legs in the late 70s as the group popularized the dance.
Popin Pete is a legend in the street dance world. He was creating revolutionary techniques in 1978. Here he is 2008, still a master of his craft, and with insightful words about the connection of music and beats to the expressive action of dance.
The prolific blog Shaking Words rightly noted that I had not blogged in quite some time. Such a long time, in fact, that “a word, forgotten” had been removed from the sidebar.
A couple of updates. I’m on track to log another 60-80 flights again this year and work is as busy as ever.
I’m excited about the spring in DC, although mildly put off by the influx of sheeple (tourists).
Mad Men, a drama on AMC about a Madison Ave. advertising firm in the 1960s, is quite possibly the best TV drama I’ve ever seen. Don Draper, the terribly flawed and intoxicatingly likable main character, appeals to something primal and existential in us. The following is a clip from the 1st episode of season 2.
I would basically echo everything Mike said about the tragic passing of the irreplaceable Esbjorn Svensson.
Mike and I saw the Esbjorn Svensson Trio at Blues Alley in early 2006 and I was blown away by their music and equally as struck by their humility and demeanor. I’m disappointed that I’ll never see Svensson again live, but his albums have been with me in cloudy skies and on rainy nights.
“You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O’Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?”
Edward Norton: “Fight Club”
After over 50 flights this year I feel as if I’m in a constant sleep walk - a waking malaise characterized by heavy eye lids and hotel bars. A sense of place, the anthropology we create around our home, our friends, our city, is inextricably tied to our sense of self. I’m getting used to that sense of self being a piece of checked luggage.
