Up next is Holly Jefferson, who blogs over at Halz Haz a Say (and comments here on occasion). It’s after the jump — long-ish, but worth it, so maybe get a cup of coffee. More TK.
(And click here if you missed Part 1.)
Holly Jefferson
Favorite New Dances
After seeing about six bands work their routine at the Battle of the High School Marching bands competition at the Jesse Owens Complex in Duncanville October 4, me and two friends asked ourselves: Who is Ricky Bobby and how come everyone else up in this place knows him? He’s getting shout outs left and right from each bit of brass, woodwind, and percussion. A new 97.9 The Beat DJ? Ohhh. It’s a dance.
Also on the floor? The Stanky Leg — a dance that’s pretty much as dirty as it sounds. As the stadium and field got down each and every time it was performed, we realized this was another “first” moment for us. Were we witnessing the new Cabbage Patch? The new Running Man? It’s a dance revolution, y’all.
Favorite National Show
With services charges and such, tickets to see Tom Waits at the Palladium Ballroom this past September cost about a hundy each. Having never seen him live and tired of hearing “but he’s an icon, come on” from friends I clicked “Charge.” By request of Mr. Waits, the air conditioning was turned off inside the venue. September still means summer in Texas. And by request of Mr. Waits, the bars inside weren’t selling drinks — unless you went to the one lone bar tucked in a corner (sooooo bootleg!). After awhile, the across-the-map crowd gave into the swampy setting and quit bitching and fell under his spell. Definitely better than listening to him on vinyl at home.
Favorite Selection of Summer Jamz With a “Z”
Add Soul Summer to your RSS feed now so you don’t have be a few summer’s late (guilty) to this yearly series of special MP3 posts curated by either invited guests or mega figure Oliver Wang, the super force behind this audio-blog and the influential Soul-Sides.com. It’s a great place to start in your search for gems to add to your playlists.
Favorite Sighting of Dallas Soul Legend, Bobby Patterson
Before I say a word here’s some of Bobby talkin’: “50 Cent was just four bits when I had a hit”; “Tupac was One Pac with a hammock when I started”; “I’m walkin’ on the dirt but the dirt ain’t walking on me.” These regular one-liners are just part of the show, whether it’s listening to him live on KKDA Soul 73 AM Monday through Friday from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. or at his oh-my-god good-time show at a Texas Theatre benefit at Bolsa in Oak Cliff this past September. Patterson strolled the stone patio and serenaded guests while his backing band, Shibboleth, had his back from a flat bed truck parallel-parked on the street by the patio.
Favorite Place to Sing The Hits
At the opposite end of where Davis Street is deemed cool, the Trade Winds, a weathered and whitewashed dive with painted palm trees, is a karaoke paradise every Friday and Saturday night. I’ve seen a down-to-earth assortment of gallery owners, musicians, architects, hotel designers, artists, and general tastemakers get down with the grubby mikes. I’ve seen the a local vintage clothing store owner and her partner get asked to leave after her Dirty South twist on Ludacris and her man’s immediate follow-up of a Slayer song with a two-minute-plus guitar intro. I’ve seen too-cool-for-school “rock stars” turn right back around after walking through the front door. Could have been the cash-only policy. Maybe it was the likes of locals they’ve never seen before. Note to newbies: if the big boy in leather from head-to-toe leaves his seat to go outside and rev his s****y-sounding cycle throughout your entire song, know he’s not just warming the engine.
Favorite Local Record Label Launch
There was some stiff competition in this category this year. But the undercover agents at Dallas’ most-love-to-hate music blog We Shot JR stepped up and did it their way. November marked the launch with a 7″ by Denton’s electronically dreamy duo Fight Bite — they’ve earned early acclaim on nationally respected blogs like Stereogum and Dublab, incaseyoudidnknow. Good for the WSJR collective to take on such a creative and logistical time sucker. I’ll keep ordering your records because so far I like them and I’m sure it’ll help you quit your 9-to-5 any second now.
(Least) Favorite Missed Show
There’s not many shows I wait in earnest to see live anymore. Ratatat’s show in Dallas was one of them. Saw them in a basement in Cambridge, MA a few years back and immediately wanted another round. A friend, I’ll call her Marey Curess, made me the legal guardian of her spare ticket. And on the day of the show around 8 p.m., it was absolutely confirmed that her tickets were lost. She. Lost. The. Tiiiiiickets. So we drained bottles of wine and took an extra-long soak in the tub, at our own houses of course. Over the next three hours we burned up the line with texts like “I’m sorry” and “It’s OK! Accidents happen” until everything was good again. Everything was all-great again about two months later when I could once again listen to Ratatat without immediately pouting like some Upper East Side Mitzy.
Favorite Spaniard I Listened to In Dallas
There’s been justified ado over the single, “Palmitos Park” from the easy-to-get full length, Alegranza, from Spanish bunny Pablo DÃaz-Reixa aka El Guincho. This is a joy bomb. Only speak English? You won’t miss a beat of this song sung entirely in Spanish. The happiness transcends. Chris Cantalini from Dallas’ Gorilla vs. Bear music blog should be sent a Jeroboam of Cava by DÃaz-Reixa’s marketing team for the complimentary posts that have undoubtedly helped DÃaz-Reixa capture a national piece of the spotlight. Sadly, Texas was ignored on DÃaz-Reixa’s too quick U.S. tour. But Cantalini tried. An email to the musician’s manager Felix returned a promise to look into adding Texas as well as the slip: “Right now I’m in a car sleeping with a beautiful blonde girl, I forgot my house keys.” Is it always like high school summer in Spain?
Favorite YouTube Music Video
Search “Modelogues” and you should find a side-splitting video montage dedicated to fashion runway accidents to the tune of “I’m Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred. Discovered it around the same time there was an imperfect pairing of platforms and silky-socks at the Spring 2009 Prada show in Paris this past fall. This clip has some of some industry headline-making slip ups (search “runway accidents” for more). There’s slides down the runway, a designer who falls through the floor, a wibble wobble of heels, face plants, wardrobe malfunctions, back flips, front flips, and a shake of naked tushies on the catwalk, yeah the catwalk.
