Silence on the Dance Floor
Yesterday I embarked on a new phenomenon hitting the UK...silent discos. I was quite ominous at first, what would it involve? My friend, stunned by confusion sarcastically stated "well that'll be a banging party". No lovely, there will be music just not through the speakers...
We each sported a huge pair of radio-dj style headphones. The kind you always see people walking around wearing and secretly have a huge desire to buy but never will because deep down you'd feel like a tiny bit of a wannabe rockstar. There was something ridiculously enjoyable about grabbing your headphones and swinging your head whilst dancing. I'm not quite sure of the effect this was doing to my dance credibility, but what the hell, I think my shouting had a worse effect.
I tend to shout when I dance, it's sort of my way of singing in the shower, nobody can hear, everyones too drunk to really care and it makes me feel like I'm singing in tune...this all goes out the window at a silent disco. Had the vodka not taken effect I may have been more consciously aware of the fact that everyone could hear me in all my shouting, out of tune glory. It didn't, and I think the word embarrassment was probably on a lot of peoples minds that evening. But then it dawned on me when I took my headphones off for a breather that everyone was doing the same thing. The most amusing factor of this charade was that everyone was singing different songs, and so in this strange scene I realised that anyone could pretty much be absorbed and accepted.
One guy I met expressed his love of silent discos as he no longer had to deal with the humiliation of being completely disorientated and out of sync whilst dancing. He could through dance moves this way and that without the fear of persecution, without people slowly sidling away from him in shame of his lack of coordination.
Silent discos also offer the choice of listening to different channels of music. Rather than being pulled from room to room in search of a good song, only to find its the end of the song you love by the time you return to the first room. Good for exercise, not so good for feet trapped in killer heels. It was a frantic panic to switch when you heard everyone shout as you knew you were missing out something amazing on the other channel, or you could just make a point of being different. Brilliant fun, perhaps this will really take off...perhaps they will start selling personalised wireless headphones. One set for each outfit you own, I think I'd quite like gold if thats the case.
But my overall conclusion is that silent discos are definitely the way forward, especially for people like me who now just embrace the fact I was not blessed with any kind of vocal ability and revel in it...
Until my next thought...
Hannah xx
We each sported a huge pair of radio-dj style headphones. The kind you always see people walking around wearing and secretly have a huge desire to buy but never will because deep down you'd feel like a tiny bit of a wannabe rockstar. There was something ridiculously enjoyable about grabbing your headphones and swinging your head whilst dancing. I'm not quite sure of the effect this was doing to my dance credibility, but what the hell, I think my shouting had a worse effect.
I tend to shout when I dance, it's sort of my way of singing in the shower, nobody can hear, everyones too drunk to really care and it makes me feel like I'm singing in tune...this all goes out the window at a silent disco. Had the vodka not taken effect I may have been more consciously aware of the fact that everyone could hear me in all my shouting, out of tune glory. It didn't, and I think the word embarrassment was probably on a lot of peoples minds that evening. But then it dawned on me when I took my headphones off for a breather that everyone was doing the same thing. The most amusing factor of this charade was that everyone was singing different songs, and so in this strange scene I realised that anyone could pretty much be absorbed and accepted.
One guy I met expressed his love of silent discos as he no longer had to deal with the humiliation of being completely disorientated and out of sync whilst dancing. He could through dance moves this way and that without the fear of persecution, without people slowly sidling away from him in shame of his lack of coordination.
Silent discos also offer the choice of listening to different channels of music. Rather than being pulled from room to room in search of a good song, only to find its the end of the song you love by the time you return to the first room. Good for exercise, not so good for feet trapped in killer heels. It was a frantic panic to switch when you heard everyone shout as you knew you were missing out something amazing on the other channel, or you could just make a point of being different. Brilliant fun, perhaps this will really take off...perhaps they will start selling personalised wireless headphones. One set for each outfit you own, I think I'd quite like gold if thats the case.
But my overall conclusion is that silent discos are definitely the way forward, especially for people like me who now just embrace the fact I was not blessed with any kind of vocal ability and revel in it...
Until my next thought...
Hannah xx
posted by Hannah @ 14:30
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