I read a tweet today just sparked a truth in me. It resonated throughout my consciousness. “Some songs invoke the inner stripper in you.” Boy, can I relate to that, and ill bet most of the men and women who come across this post will get it as well. Think Chippendale or Gypsy.
No matter what I’m doing be it washing the floor, in the middle of an argument, or making a poignant and serious statement, I stop like I’ve been shot when one of those special songs begin. I scramble for a dish towel, one always needs the appropriate prop, and begin my gyrations. Fortunately, I’m usually alone in the kitchen.
Doesn’t matter what I’m wearing, sweats, jeans, shorts, or dress clothes, style of dress is irrelevant, the music starts and a seductive, talented, siren emerges, hard thumping to the beat. The dance, if you could call it that, clears my mind, and raises my mood to a healthy, joyful level.
There are several songs that can elicit this wild reaction from me, my favorite, the one with that primal beat, is sung heartily by Melissa Etheridge, “I’m the only one.” She did this sometime in the 90s and I’ve been a fan of it and her ever since the first I heard it on the radio.
Find this song and download on the music player of your choice. It’s better than a drink or a pill to lift your spirits. Spread your legs, stick out your butt, grab the dishcloth, and slap out that beat on the floor while bumping your hips in time. I guarantee you, when Melissa is done belting out her song you’ll be laughing and your burdens will be eased for at least the rest of the day.