Marshall St. has its fair share of good times, but Saturday’s display of dancing stirred up longing memories of another street, a street where college kids really can dance. Or should I say rave?
Setting: My semester abroad- Dance floor somewhere on Cape Town, South Africa’s Long St.
Plot: A girl stands at the bar. DJ changes the track. Techno hits ear. Enlightened, head-banging/foot-tapping moment occurs. Dance floor erupts with the chorus. Girl is never the same.
Conclusion: Girl is back in snowy college-town. She remembers the song. Her Google search is successful. She presses play, closes her eyes and mentally flies across the Atlantic.
It’s simple. It’s blunt. I love it: Mouth to Mouth’s remix of “Shut the F*** Up.”
– Jackie Poinier, Co-blog editor