mama hips

June 7, 2011

DJ Nickodemus

Filed under: Dance music, running, synchronicity — Tags: , , , , , , , , — Kim Pacini @ 3:27 am

I discovered funky Afro world circus time travelin DJ Nickodemus  at PEX Heartburn V.  My favorite recollection was from the vantage point of being behind the DJ booth – talking and groovin in red and when I  looked up and not one person was doing anything but dancing with full engagement in the beat, the groove, the fun of it all. It was a room compelled of thousands of feet and bodies having a blast in the music. When I looked to the DJ booth, it was Nickodemus behind the decks.

So I’ve been running to his mixes because I can immerse into the activity while my imagination has a platform to occupy: we’ve got hip hop with trumpets, poppy beats on cowbells, umpas, lyrics, claps all in one. Very bouncy, sorta sophisticated but more like all around fun.

Today I was running when his Africa Edition 2010 came on. This is what I came up with along Kelly Drive today:

Mark 3.22:  1) I see a black couple doing some Adam and Eve groovin. booty shakin; fig leaves and all. 2) for the guitar I see a bluesy rock and roll guy jamming out in the corner on the floor somewhere. Or a 13-ish year old kid being super badass on the guitar.

Mark 3.32: I see a a crowd of all races sizes, people, personalities dancing with a spotlight shining on each one as their part rises. woman and man are spiritual forces brought together to live..

Mark 6.00: heard the track in Nickodemus world before. never gets old.

Mark 6.24: clap, clap – side stepping 80’s breakdancing guys

Mark 7.09: super animated  country cowgirl ringing a triangle

I also see in there a big black lady rolling her hips fluidly with big ol smile, I see native Americans in full headress, I see horns, I all these people moving in synchronicity to all come together somewhere @ the 9.37 mark. Dancing, doing acting up a storm making a perfectly choreographed super beautiful diverse crowd.

How could I not get moving to this?

August 8, 2010

skipping the party

Tonight, for the first time that I can remember, I am skipping the party. I really wanted to go but when it came down to it, I had a voice that said otherwise. It is a decision that is culmination of a fucking intense week, here goes the rationale:

When I thought about it, the reasons I was telling myself all week for going to the party were ego driven: proof that I can do it all, that I have “it”, engaged and loving mama by day pillar of groove and coolness by night, that even in hard times I can celebrate. I looked to the inspiration of the fire of dancing and the high I get from the bright, big souls that come to the parties to explain how I could not miss this creative and magical party. I was proving something to myself. You know what else tho: this week, I had also been getting messages about experiencing the full experience (Rob Brezny’s Free Will Astrology) and fear of missing out we urbanites we have from Mark Morford @ the SF Gate mixed with a notion of the alternative life me and and about half of the world are now finding ourselves innovating from my fantastic fashionista.

I don’t know what is going on right now but I am very well aware that there are bigger levels it could come to, quickly. I have ran the through the options I am aware of and have accepted the probability they could happen. I then came to remember there is whole lifecycle of, well, a life which gave some perspective.

Within this perspective, I have been able to remove the emotion from the bigger levels and admitted that we have been swept up in the turbulence of a failing economy and fucked up times. Nothing is as we thought it would be so then, what is there?  The best way I know to discover the untapped pressure points of all things divine is to listen to the voice and do only that feels right. I did that tonight. I am here, writing this, listening and loving my husband madly and looking forward to the morning with Danae and feeling fine.

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