Swimming

Swimming

The water is cold.  It always is, at first.  I have to wade in bit by bit, each body part marking a limit reached; ankles, calves, knees, thighs.  There is always a big pause at the thighs.  I know once my groin hits that water, there will be a moment of total displeasure and I put that off until goaded on by my inner voice, ashamed of my cowardice. 

Waist deep, it seems pointless to put off the inevitable. 

Yet I do.

Throughout this procedure, I’ve been dipping my hands and wrists in the water.  It helps my body adapt. I rub the water on my face and head.  This also helps. 

And then, even if the body and mind is not completely convinced, there comes that moment when it’s only a matter of counting to three.  Get it over with. Get on with it. 

The sun is shining, which makes it seem warm, but there is also a slight breeze which diminishes whatever comfort the sun has to offer.  The breeze causes me to shiver.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

One, two… three!

My hands slice into the surface and soon the weight of the water rushes about me.  My eyes are shut tight, as is my mouth.  Moving through the water, I skim the surface of the bottom.  I swim until the panic takes hold.  Breath.  I’m running out.  I reason with myself.  Just a few more yards, but, no. 

Up toward the surface I go.  It always takes a bit longer than I am comfortable with.  As I break the water’s surface, my mouth opens, attempting to inhale and exhale at the same time. 

I take note of the temperature of the water and wonder why I was being such a big baby.  It’s fine.  It feels great.  I dive down once more.

I love the water.

It’s quiet down there.

The boyfriend and I have been going swimming at least once a week at this outdoor swimming hole in the boonies.  It’s part of a park reserve.  The whole facility is really well cared for.  There are changing rooms, a concession stand, and the beach is combed daily.  The pool itself has a sand/pebble bottom and is lightly chlorinated.  You can see all the way to the bottom.  At its deepest, which is at the center of the pond, it is only six feet, but that’s deep enough for me.  

Lifeguards are on duty during certain hours; otherwise you swim at your own risk.  The boyfriend and I get there as early as possible to avoid the crowds.  That means the heat of the day hasn’t yet hit, nor has the sun had ample enough time to warm up the water, so it’s always a challenge, working up the courage to dive in.

We swim laps for about an hour, commenting on each other’s form and horsing around occasionally.  I count my laps, which annoys the boyfriend, but I like to set a goal. 

Some mornings, I must say, I am not feeling it at all.  But once there, and once in the water, I am good to go, though I lose all interest once I have reached my goal for the day, which is typically about the same time that families with small children start taking over the beach.  The boyfriend and I are of one mind when it comes to children and crowds: exit stage right.

I really enjoy our time together, and am so grateful for this opportunity.  We laugh a lot.  And it costs next to nothing - twelve bucks for a season’s pass.

I’ve really missed it.  Swimming.

I used to go swimming twice a week at the YMCA, when I worked downtown.  I loved breaking up my workout routine with what I consider to be the best full body work out ever.  I’d do laps then, too

Swimming has been a part of my life ever since I can remember.  Like piano lessons and scouting, it was one of those things that my mother insisted all her children participate in.  I never thought about it as a sport, only recreation.  The local municipal pool was where I spent the bulk of my summers.

So, this summer is a return to those days.  Only this time, I am not a lone wolf.   I actually have, for the first time in my life, someone with whom to share the joys of swimming outdoors.

I still can’t believe how lucky I am to have found him.  We have much in common, while our differences tend to complement one another.  Our brains actually work on a similar wavelength. 

It’s still all new and exciting.  A little scary.  A little thrilling.  A little challenging.

Like dipping a toe into a swimming hole first thing in the morning.

Toes and feet, first.  Then the ankles, the calves...

One, two… three!

Sure, you wish you could dive right in...

...but it's best if you take your time.

 

Ushering in More Hits: Pop Music Reviews for the Dawning of Summer Part III

Ushering in More Hits: Pop Music Reviews for the Dawning of Summer Part III

A couple bright spots on the horizon, though it remains to be seen if DJ Cassidy has what it takes to break into the mainstream.  With the help of Robin Thicke and Jessie J, and one of the most joyous dance odes in ages, one would hope that would become a reality, but I've been wrong so many times before.

Also, Tensnake, with a great deal of help from Chic's Nile Rodgers and in a move that would make Daft Punk proud, manages to borrow from the past with an eye on the now.  Their slinky beauty is sublime, indeed.

On the down side, Usher continues to hide behind a battalion of clever tricks and vocal tics instead of offering anything of substance, ZZ Ward and Katy Tiz mimic Adele, and My Crazy Girlfriend fail to deliver on the promise of their breakthrough hit.

Nope, I'm still not hearing the song of the summer, nor is it anywhere on that horizon... but then, the season is young, so we got time, right?

The Rising

Five Knives

A ton of razor sharp synths bite into your skull as punkish, treated female vocals threaten to “burn down the disco”.  Those synths – which vacillate between radio frequency squelch and chugging, chunky dance fodder - get to be a bit much, as in, annoying as hell, especially between verse / chorus. 

Check out the ‘Mad Max’ inspired video and see if it doesn’t bring to mind Wendy O. Williams and the Plasmatic; which is apt, given that this is a piece of calculated manufactured dance punk delivered without apologies – a rarity in the clubs, for sure, but if this ear-shredder got a spin, I wouldn’t be headed toward the dance floor - I’d be headed toward the nearest exit.

Love Sublime

Tensnake Featuring Nile Rodgers And Fiora

This has a marvelous old school feel to it, no doubt thanks to the Nile Rogers ‘Chic’ era guitar that anchors this ghostly smooth groove. The handclap click track and occasional ‘Thriller’ like flourishes also add to the atmosphere, creating a piece that feels nostalgic and relevant at the same time.

Fiora’s vocals on the verses are reminiscent of Lorde’s, while the chorus gloriously opens up, echoing the glory days of Rodger’s classic band.  Daft Punk has mined a similar sound to great success, so this one will probably find its way onto my I-Pod.

Tell It To My Heart

Jason Walker Featuring Bimbo Jones

Boy, it’s been awhile since I’ve heard from Mr. Walker.  Last time I was obsessed with him, he hit the number one spot on Billboard’s Club Play Chart twice with ‘Set It Free’ and ‘Foolish Mind Games’.  His unique voice was a revelation and I’ve always wondered what became of him.  I’d see his name occasionally pop up on the charts, but it would disappear before I had a chance to check him out.

And he was such a cutie back then.

His looks have changed significantly, as his sound has become more industrial.  A storm of icy synths propel this hyper-energetic remake of the Taylor Dayne classic, sending Jason’s helium vocals into the stratosphere.  This setting clearly robs the song of its soulfulness. Yes, it’s loud and perhaps a tad too strident, though it must play well in the clubs, as it has been shooting up the Club Play chart at warp speed.

Last Love Song

ZZ Ward

With an Adele like ache in her voice, ZZ declares that ‘this is the last love song I will write for you’.  In fact, everything about this one, from the restrained strings, to the subject material screams of Adele’s last effort ‘21’.  So much so, that had I not known it was ZZ Ward, I would have thought it Adele.  It isn’t until near the end of the song that Ms. Ward exhibits a sign of her uniqueness, and by then it’s too late.

If mimicry were something to strive for, than this is sort of an amazing accomplishment.  In this case, it makes for a pleasant listen and certainly helps fill the gap as we all(?) wait breathlessly for Adele to drop some new material. 

I wish I could be more enthusiastic about this than that, but… eh.  I wouldn’t kick it out of bed, but I also wouldn’t want to admit to dating it. Maybe it works better as a dance mix, because it has been doing really well on the Club Play chart, and, yes, it sort of does – oddly enough all those Dave Aude whooshes and swirls actually unmask a bit of ZZ’s own personality in the process.

The Big Bang

Katy Tiz

A little retro-Russian gypsy pop gem.  The song sounds a bit like Kylie Minogue’s ‘Red Blooded Woman’, while Ms. Tiz’s voice reminds me of Res (remember her?) with a bit of Adele (again) thrown in the mix.  It sounds fresh – as in, different from everything else – on the radio, so it has that going in its favor.  Harmless enough, but not the sort of thing that’s going to launch a career… but then, I could be wrong.   I ‘Heart’ Radio has been spotlighting it on several of their shows, so it’s anybody’s guess.  Worst things (looking in your direction Coldplay) have happened.

Crazy Stupid Love

My Crazy Girlfriend

Aww.  I was hoping for another ‘Go F**k Yourself’, instead, this colorful, highly photogenic quartet aims right at the middle of everything and end up sounding like something the Disney Channel might build a television show around.   The chorus is all rather by the numbers punchy pop while the lame raps certainly don’t help matters (“We could be groovy… we could make a movie”). 

At this point, MCG are all image and little else.  And, hey… will somebody tell me what the blue haired girl does?  I mean, I know she’s part of the group, but… she just seems to be there as eye candy and to guarantee a demographic.

Good Kisser

Usher

I don’t know.  Sometimes I like me some Usher, sometimes I hates me some Usher.  At this point he’s chased so many trends and incorporated so much of whatever is working on the radio at the moment that all I can truly say is, I don’t know me some Usher.  I mean, really… who is he? 

He certainly is talented.  His falsetto is out of this world.  He can out Marvin Mr. Gaye.  He can hold his own on the dance floor with a hologram of Michael Jackson.  But his sound?  His POV?  I don’t see it.  It’s like he takes the temperature of the room before deciding who he’s gonna be this time. 

‘Good Kisser’ is a lot of fun.  It’s all over the place with a scatter shot approach that will keep you guessing.  But that isn’t the same thing as etching its way into your psyche or having that indelible stamp that declares this is Usher.  This… could be anybody.  This could be Chris Brown.  This could be Jason Derulo. 

One would think that at this late date in his well-established career we could point to something that is uniquely Usher, but, based on this little trifle of a song, clever as it is, well performed as it is, something tells me that ain’t happening anytime soon.

Aftermath (Here We Go)

Dave Aude Featuring Andy Bell

Oh, this is a shame.  Andy Bell is one of the finest, purist vocalists of all time.  His is an instrument that can make the most mundane pop song come alive.  A voice such as his needs the proper musical surroundings in order to do that. 

He’s in great form here, but sadly, Dave Aude brings nothing to the table that adds any weight to this little fling of a song.  As is, it doesn’t work as dance floor fodder or great pop, but ends up existing in a sort of musical limbo where it fails to make any impact.  Should have worked, doesn’t.  A wasted opportunity here. 

Hideaway

Kiesza

This is so slight, with vocals pitched so incredibly high it almost fails to register as anything but an annoyance.  Still, there is a lot of air in there between space bleeps, so, I can’t look away.  And there’s plenty of room for remixers to put their stamp all over it. 

Somebody needs to.  This is one faceless piece of flotsam.  And I’ve seen the video: a sort of homage to countless club /dance crazes.  At one point she strikes one of Cyndi Lauper’s signature poses… and I’m still asking myself ‘why’?

Calling All Hearts

DJ Cassidy Featuring Robin Thicke & Jessie J

Oh my  gosh… I so wanted to bash on Robin Thicke, but… guess what?  This is a total winner. 

It’s disco, without apologies, with plenty of funky horns to keep the joint jumping.  Jessie J morphs into yet another persona and, based on the video, has never looked or sounded better.  The presence of Robin Thicke even fails to smarm up the proceedings. 

DJ Cassidy helms it all, making it feels like an updated version of KC and the Sunshine Band at their zippy best.  I find this joyous fun – something that will have everybody running to the dance floor.

(Does anybody else think Robin Thicke is the modern day Tom Jones?  Think about it).

Sia – Chandelier

She’s no longer ‘just the girl you lost to cocaine’.  Sia has come a long way.  When I first heard 'Titanium', I could not believe how much she had grown as a vocalist.  It ended up being one of my favorite songs of that year. 

‘Chandelier’ finds her in fine form, treading the same waters as many of Rihanna’s biggest hits.  It works.  It’s not all that original, but there is that distinctive rasp within Sia’s ‘little girl’ voice that lends a great deal of credence to this rather bombastic, dramatic slice of modern pop.  Whether it finds a place on the radio remains to be seen, but stranger things have certainly been happening.