There is something vaguely self-concious about dancing to Cypress Hill in a room filled with only white people.  Maybe it's just Ms. Mouth, but flinging around psuedo-epileptically to "Insane in the Membrane" surrounded by not only caucasion but also "indie" type folk provokes a certain sensation of not politically-incorrectness (God forbid) but still a certain wrongness, or perhaps an outsiderness which can't easily be defined.  Maybe it's not even worth trying.

 

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In lieu of the unavoidably breakable New Year's rez, some insights on music from last night's N.Y. Party:

 

1.  "Do you take sugar, One lump or two?" is perhaps the most inane lyric in Rock history.  I mean, what the fuck were Def Leppard thinking?  A. Dumping sugar on someone is akin to smearing oneself with garden dirt or black pepper.  Nothing sexy about it. B. Not only that, but the boys of D.L. had to take it further.  Yeah baby, not just the sugar granules, but pop open that box of C&H Pure Cane Sugar Cubes and rub 'em all over yerself.  Yeah, just like that, baby.  Grind 'em down!  Powder that sugar! (Um, ouch, that chafes). What's wrong with honey anyway?  It worked just fine in 9 1/2 Weeks.

 

2.  Maybe it isn't that there is less good, speaks-to-your-soul kind of music that is put out these days, but instead, there is just so much more to sift through that it takes a tremendous amount of time to find the good stuff.

 

3.  On the same subject, how long has it been since you have heard an album that was good from beginning to end.  Totally solid -- not just a few singles strung together with a bunch of crap filler.  PJ Harvey's Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea was the last one Ms. Mouth can remember, although Radiohead's Kid A is near perfect.

 

4.  You can dance like a Solid Gold girl, get your freak on, or do the rhamba, but you'll never be as good a dancer as Ms. M. Manners.  The chick kicks ass.  No one comes close. (Clearly not a music entry, but closely related).

 

And finally,

 

5. Honest to God.  The Pixies are the greatest band in the world.  Only they have the superpower to unite the world and bring about peace in our time.  At the very least, they sure can pull a bunch of folks who span several decades into one small living room to dance like maniacs.  It's like drawing moths to the flame.

 

Happy New Year.