light night music

I haven’t been listening to music practically at all since I got here, aside from a brief reacquaintance with Sun Yanzi (decent girl rock for around here, though by American standards still whiny), but this evening I came across the Eminem cds I bought last year in Hong Kong (I don’t think he ever made it over here). So I’m listening to one of the cds, puttering around in my room and absent-mindedly muttering the occasional phrase with him, like you know, like “bitch I’ma kill you, you don’t wanna fuck with me … you ain’t nothin but a slut to me”[1] and stuff like that, and I am reminded of my friend Charlie, going dancing in Taipei in the early ‘90s. I guess maybe hiphop had just recently come to Taiwan at that point and maybe, given the way that any filth in imported fashions is usually efficiently cleaned up around here (grungy clothing meticulously sewn to look torn and dyed to look dirty, but not too dirty, sexy hip-hop moves sanitized for use in old-lady aerobics, etc.) maybe people hadn’t quite gotten the hang of actual filth yet. Or for whatever reason. I just remember Charlie describing going dancing in Taipei, at some teenybopper place for college kids like him, and watching all the adorable twenty year old girls giggling and dancing and singing along with 2 Live Crew the chorus of “We want some pussy.” Never really pictured myself as one of those girls.

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[1] But for the record, haha, let me say that, alhtough the Marshall MacLuhan, I mean Marshall Mathers LP is pretty good, The Eminem Show is way funnier. I was listening to that in the gym tonight and had to go find a deserted corner to giggle and dance in.