Jungle Fever
http://www.shibooya.com is still under major construction; meaning I have no idea how to transfer my old wordpress entries into a new domain and, in the process of figuring it out, I have also deleted the new wordpress database on my new domain. Genius.
Last night my boyfriend and I went to see LTJ Bukem and MC Conrad at a local club. Unless you’re a fan of heart attack inducing music, you have no idea who I’m talking about. My boyfriend, however, considers this type of jungle-house-fever-trippin’-holy-shit music as his own personal lullaby. He’ll fall asleep soundly to music going at 3,000 gajillion beats per minute. LTJ Bukem didin’t perform until nearly midnight and, after 4 Coronas, I was more excited about seeing the “Grandfather of Jungle” than my boyfriend was. It was an exciting experience to be see a musician in his element manipulating turntables and just being cool.
Speaking of heart attacks, I’m having them consecutively ever since I realized I need to finish two novels and write papers on each of them by tomorrow night. I’m currently reading Graceland, the story of a young Nigerian Elvis impersonator during the 1980’s. Biography of a Runaway Slave is a fascinating and surprisingly amusing account of a 105-year-old ex-slave. Because when I think slave, I’m don’t necessarily imagine a life of hilarity. Here’s one of my favorite passages:
…I still maintain the thing is not to die because within a few days nobody remembers you, not even your best friends. The best thing is not to make such a fuss over the dead, as they do now, because the truth is that it’s all hypcrisy. It was then and it is now. Give me the fiesta while I’m still alive.
- Esteban Montejo
