Do I really need to say much further on the title? And darlin’, darlin’ stand by me, oh stand by me….
I don’t know where I’m going with this post. Go with me here.
So as I sit here devoting all of my lunch hour and most of my work day writing critiques of my team, other people’s teams, other people’s mother’s teams… I keep thinking about what an amazing time I had at Elite 8 2012 (that is, aside from being disrupted from an IPA drinking session with some old farts on that JJ team at 4 o’clock in the morning).
Friday night I got to the hotel at like 11:45PM. Got to spend some quality time with Faizan and Hira that evening. I woke up and spent the entire day wondering DC. First with my crew from home, and then with my friend, Drea-who I haven’t seen since my Fordham days. We spent the entire day doing, well, what Fordham kids do best-drinking, being obnoxiously sarcastic, and wondering around aimlessly. By the time we finally got to the show, both of us were decently tipsy.
Show itself-amazing. Simply. Amazing. Each team brought it, and did very well. Thoroughly enjoyed every performance. Honestly my two winners were JJ and NYPD. Between the two, I couldn’t decide-and I’m not a judge. I didn’t have to (yay!). JJ was energetic and clean, and had simple-and some not so simple-elements in the routine that were just phenominal. NYPD just rocked it… literally. I didn’t see a single person in the audience who wasn’t cheering. It was a fun, entertaining routine.
UNC was CLEAN (note-I noticed that their style’s a bit more reserved… so cleanliness is a little easier than for other teams), and that drum line was a bomb idea-so I respect the judges decision. I get it. And don’t get me wrong, I love a drum line as much as anyone else does (band geek for 5 years)… but I just so happen to love flash mobs and 300 more. Who knew?
Afterparty-SPACIOUS. Plenty of room to bump and grind… err dhamaal and jugni. Here’s my one problem with it. Bumble eff. Not only is it in bumble eff, but the area surrounding the club wasn’t the best of areas. We spectators weren’t allowed onto the shuttle, and it was pretty difficult to catch a cab (clearly I wasn’t in SoHo anymore). So if you took a taxi there, good luck finding one back. We found one after 5 minutes. I heard that other groups weren’t so lucky. But I guess this isn’t E8’s responsibilty… so I digress.
The fire alarm was unfortunate. The getting a knock on the door and getting kicked out at 7AM was unfortunate. I couldn’t wake up the people in my room for my life… so I fell back asleep (which I don’t suggest for ANYONE because hotel security could have just as easily knocked on the door and stormed into our room afterward). A new mental note for any spectators staying in the official hotel-sometimes it’s a bad idea to hop on the “let’s get the discount from the competition” bandwagon.
I still have to do more critiques. I still have to do more formations… not to mention I still have my own work to do. I still have to do…. well, more. I’m gettin’ old.
On a personal note-I have this image of the white collar Italian-American man working hard, oxford shirt sleeves rolled up, pen in his right hand, and a cigarette/cigar in his left. In front of him is a table with a stack of papers. To the left of the papers is an ashtray, and to the right is either a tall glass of red wine, or an espresso. Any time I think of Martin Scorsese or Mario Gabelli in the moment, I have this image of them. Maybe this is the mobbed out edition, who’s to say it is or isn’t, but I wanna be that white collar Italian-American man (sans cigarette). Anytime I have to do work pertaining to the team or other things, I always find myself at Eataly with a latte in front of me (some day I’ll switch… that day is not today), in the same seat at the same table. You can find me there tomorrow… cause I’m taking the night off!
PS JJ, 143.
PSS Anyone in the DC area, GO TO TED’S BULLETIN right by Eastern Market. The burgers were delicious, and their adult milkshakes were even better!
Please, I need some! So much work!
I decided to work on the mix for 5AB, and it’s coming out pretty well. I don’t understand how some mixers have so much time to actually make a good mix. Right now, I’m almost half way done and I’ve been on and off with this mix for almost a good week now. I wish I could show it to you guys, who ever is following, but…I can’t :( . If you guys are in Colonial Williamsburg on March 31st, you should come and support us. I don’t have much details on it, Joe probably spoke about it, not like I listen anyways….
I’m probably going to start posting on this more often now, mainly because I get bored.. Ok, so I think this spider has a hit on me. I just saw a spider and I blew it away. I don’t want him around me. Now, I think he’s after me… You ever have that weird feeling when you see bugs? Yup, that’s me right now.
That’s enough for now. I’ll post later on ;)
This is going to be all colors of the word “ridiculous.” I’m so excited!!!
Here we go again. Choreographing, form stressing… me losing my hair (more so than usual). It all is happening again, and I couldn’t be more excited.
This is a new beginning. I’ve learned from my mistakes, and 5AB is moving forward. We have a new co-captain, Adam (how ironic is it that not a single captain on a team called 5AB is actually Punjabi lol), a new outlook, a new style… and hopefully some new blood.
With the old routine, I tried to (tried being the operative word here) pull together a style that every New Yorker would appreciate-a little bit of sophistication with a little bit of edge.
For the new routine, this is all going right out of a 15th Floor window of Columbia’s School for International and Political Affairs (located on 118th and Amsterdam-where Open Practice is being held this Saturday at 1PM. COME THROUGH!). It’s gunna be different-different for me, different for my dancers, different period. I’m out of my element, and swimming at the deep end of the pool… but I live for these moments.
5AB is getting a makeover, and I’m very excited.
You won’t wanna miss it.
Hello, Pressure. So we meet again.
Dear Gurbir Singh,
Remember when you were captain of AEG and you led us to Elite 8? Made all of the choreo, basically did everything… took a fresh batch of newbies and threw us on stage against some of the best dancers that North America has to offer, leaving us no choice but to grow as dancers/friends/a team?
HOW THE HELL DID YOU DO THIS BY YOURSELF?!??!?!?!? Am I missing something!?!!? Was there cocaine and/or adderall laced into that chicken and rice/pizza that we ate every practice?
Some teams take longer than others to develop. Fine… but COME ON!! I never admitted, and I never gave you the credit for it-but you’re a smarter man than I am.
Heights is this week. Kinda nervous. Usually I would just copy everything my captain does, listen to everything he says, and do that whole thing.
But this is different.
It’s my choreo. My formations. I decided which songs to use. And the NYC bhangra community will be there watching. Also, momma and poppa Campanella might be there (reinforcing the fact that this is different).
This isn’t my first rodeo as captain of a team (or a coed team, for that matter). But so much has taken place since the last time I wore the captain hat… That and i just don’t want history to repeat itself.
I think we’re ready. I have faith in my dancers and the routine.
… I just can’t help but still be nervous.