“I call it house work, ’cause it’s like work. But Ima throw shade if I don’t get paid for this house work.” Man, I can relate. I don’t just dance; I dance like it’s my motha fuckin’ job.
If my roommate or I have a bad day, we have a series of songs that we put on full blast to cheer one another up; Drunk in Love by Beyonce, Love Invaders by Fatima Yamaha, and this one. We always put these songs on to celebrate the good days too 🙂
When I am a grandma one day I won’t tell my kids that I walked miles in the snow to get to school (I grew up in the desert so that would be a flat out lie). I will, however, tell them about the time I walked to Berghain alone to see one of my favorite DJs (Fort Romeau) at 3 in the morning, . I’ll then tell them that he didn’t go on until 9a which meant I had to entertain my drunk sleepy self for another 6 hours.
I now know why Berliners spend every single second of the warm weather outdoors. When you only have one month of real summer, you tend not to take it for granted. While I’m seriously looking forward to the sun setting at 9pm, rooftop bars, dining al fresco, boozy picnics with friends, and open air festivals, I’m also trying to appreciate the gray winter days.
When I hear the words “set it off” I immediately think of one of two things; the 90s crime action film featuring the Queen (Latifah) herself (if you haven’t seen it, do yourself a favor and get on that..right now) or else I think of the 1984 song by Strafe, “y’all wan’t this party started quickly, right?”
Like many of the songs on this playlist, this one reminds me of my first few months in Berlin. It’s less dancier than the others, which makes it perfect for getting lost in thought while simultaneously ridding your boudoir of old U-Bahn tickets, bottle caps, and Sterni bottles.
Who is that special someone Duke? What are you giving? Do you have a single brother? *Asking for a friend. Regardless of who the song is about, we can all agree that they must be pretty damn special to inspire such a banging track.
When I first moved to Berlin, I didn’t know anyone, nor did I speak one bit of Deutsch. Those first few weeks were spent wandering around the city solo, getting lost (a lot), and listening to songs such as this one. Flash forward two years later — though I’m extremely proud of the awesome life I created, I never want to forget how magical the world felt those first few anonymous weeks.
Throw your hair up real big, beauty queen style, open those damn windows, and then turn this song up as loud as you can. What’s wrong with channeling your inner diva prior to getting down and dirty?
Wankelmut means fickleness in German which is quite fitting considering I have musical ADD. Yes, that’s me, the “voracious song skipper.” This song however, keeps my head bobbing until the very end. If your house is a jun-gle, jun-gle, this song should help fix that.