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Current mood:  amused Category: Life
Hi all,
When, like me, you do spend your day behind a computer, you know, let's just say you're not really give your body a chance to keep fit and eventually, that always sumps up on the kilogrammes scale...
So, to counterbalance the effect of day long static work, I pushed myself hard to register in a gym.
A gym.
Me ? Those who know me realize by now it is quite a desesperate move as going to the gym would surely jeopardize in one session my entire quote of social mixing for a month. I'm not exactly very sociable to say the leastand while I don't dislike people per se, i like to choose when to accept interaction...
So, picture this. Jimmyjoe Snark III in a gym. Yuk.
I thought it would be the people encountered at the gym who would be harder for my staying there. But they're ok, everybody very much focused on their own turf.
I thought it would be the sweat, the smell of everyone working out but the place is immense and all body odours are eating by the sheer size of the place.
I thought it would be the actual exercicing; but it's ok, the new machinery they use really take cares of you and assure you're well informed of your progress every three minutes and the giant screens on the walls wrk hard (but not enough) to provide on-air like entertainement. It's boring but bearable.
No, you wanna know the worst ? It's the music.
Terrible, aggressive, obnoxious, uninventive, some sweat music is really getting you down the wrong way. While it can be a place where you can actually listening to beats cos well, there's nothing else to do, they put on the worst possible tasteless sweat music one can imagine. I know some producers and so called musicians can go really tacky, but i did discover new peaks of brainless, emotionless, empty music.
So, my aim of regaining what was once a dream body ;) had find there a major obstacle and i had to retaliate.
Solution ? Bringing in my own stereo.
I always have been very protective of my ears and seldom use headphones, but there is no choice. I went to a shop and bought an Ipod. White. Cos white is the new black, you know. And i started going thru my records and CD's to put together a perfect collection of goooooood sweat music.
Sweat music requires specific elements to put you in a perfect frame of mind and allow you to push your body. It needs to be driven, but smooth. It needs to be round and bassy, but too much bass would get annoying after a while. It needs to be bold but simple, it needs to make you want to go on and on and on and keep on doing what you do and BURN THOSE FUCKING CALORIES... :)
Today's list was Pharell, he's ok, quite lazy at times but he gets the job done; Motorbass (Pansoul is an essential album) and surprisingly enough the latest Underworld (Oblivion with Bells) works very well too...
It's all very funny and reminds me of the song we have on our "Deeper With The Weathermen" album. While the lyrics are spot on and wave thru several ideas combining sex with apparatus as the joke of the month, I have to say it's not sweat music but it's good fun :)
Workshop, by The Weathermen
4:37 PM
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