Notes from a Composer

Boogieing Away the COVID 19 Blues

New York City’s gyms were shut down four days after Broadway and one day after the schools.  Six days later the whole state would be ordered to shelter at home.  There was to be a lot of sitting around and the girth of my middle aged midriff was very likely to expand egregiously.  I am used to getting my cardio on the elliptical exerciser at the gym, staving away boredom reading a good book while my legs pedal away.  What to do cooped up for weeks on end with no such machine at home?

I was going to have to dance the fat and the Covid 19 blues away.

Adam Lambert – Superpower

It just so happened that Adam Lambert latest lp “Velvet” dropped that very week.  I’m a fan and this is his most accomplished album.  More importantly every track, even the ballads, crackles with groovy funk beats and dancetastic flights of musical and vocal fancy.   I’m compelled to get my disco on, and so in lieu of the gym I instituted daily full album listening sessions as a way to get my daily cardio.

I am nurturing my inner Dancing Queen as well as working up a salutary sweat.

Adam Lambert – Stranger You Are

What’s that look like?  Well, I basically have not been “getting down” in public like this since attending high school dances many decades ago (I’ve not been much of a clubber or raver, to say less than the least).  These pictures I’m including here (after much internal struggle) were taken at Jason and Bertram’s wedding last summer.   The last time I boogied before then was at the wedding of my niece, and, to do the math, she is home schooling a first grader now.

So do these pictures accurately freeze my “dance stylings” in time?  There has been an ongoing argument between my inner editor, critic, whipping boy and flasher as to the need for or wisdom of posting these pictures,  appalling or appealing as they may be depending on your sensibilities.  A decent amount of alcohol lowered my inhibitions enough for these incriminating photographs, but even then, my mostly downcast glances testify to self-consciousness still being very much present.  I confess these photos offer only modest glimpses into my dancercising reality.  On my own in our den my gyrations feel a lot less … contained … as I sense from within my own body far from prying eyes, cameras, and mirrors.

Imagine a middle-aged Middle Earth dwarf laying down moves a la Drag Race Vogueing (lip-sync for your life!), Manic Tai Chi and Kate Bush Running Up That Hill.  That’s what it feels like to me.  No one is watching.   Ed is forbidden within sight and I am avoiding reflective surfaces as well as my own shadow.

After a week of exclusively grooving to “Velvet”, I decided to create a “Dancercise” playlist of 377 tracks to be played on random shuffle.  Turns out certain playlist songs like “I’m So Excited” and “Walk Like an Egyptian” propel me beyond cool school Adam Lambert stylings into a more crazed convulsive cardio.  So now add to the RuPaulTaiChiKateBush dance metaphor above a fourth image: Epileptic Energizer Bunny.  It can’t be pretty (still avoiding reflective surfaces and shadows) but it burns even more calories than my Lambertian locomotions.

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