If only I could get through this
I was excited to do this one ’cause I thought it was from the 90s. And I’m pretty sure I’ve never choreographed to anything from the 90s? Turns out to be 2002 so missed that decade by a hair. Ah well. It’s still an unusual choice vibe-wise for me and, I have to admit, I was a teeny bit daunted when approaching it. ‘Cause it’s really fast and club-y and I don’t really know what to do with that? So, this routine took ages. It took lots of traipsing the streets listening on headphones. Followed by hours of bedroom sweating attempting to translate my outlandish mind-dancing into my inadequate actual dancing. I often have this really clear vision of what I want to achieve, yet never quite manage to hit the dizzy heights of my own imagination. Sigh. Having said that, I am happy with this routine now it’s finished. I feel like I did get at least some of what I wanted into it (although completely stumped by the end so it does tail off a bit. Ha ha. Fact!).
And a word about this crazy, cool, gigantic pop smash. Under 3 minutes long! Can you believe that? It doesn’t feel short at all because it’s crammed full of ideas and ambition. No wonder it was so irresistible at the time! Bloody hell. We didn’t stand a chance. And what happened to Daniel? I’m in awe of musicians who kill it and then do a runner. Isn’t it the greatest triumph? To turn your back at the peak of your game and never outstay your welcome, as so many unfortunately do. Respect.
This routine is fast and furious. It has to be to keep up with this song. Go wild!
Disclaimer: These are not virtuoso performances. Just me, in an attic, grappling with an iPhone, creaky floorboards and a bad haircut. The sound is a bit ropey and the elements make numerous uninvited appearances! No left or right instructions – do whatever feels most natural to you…mirror me or flip it and use the same arms and legs as I do. Dancers’ choice.
For Liam. Playlist junior (ha ha).