So Thea Logica are we to ass-u-me that you used to be a dancer?
Also my pics:
Sixteen Tons
Monster Mash
Do you hear (what I hear)
Fatherland
Meeskite
I’ll let you straddle me while the edmund song goes on
Biff NAked I love myself today (THOSE stripclubs done got runned out of town)
Phantom 309
born to hand jive
Sweet Transvestite
not to mention how depressing eddie would be
hound dog
ghoast riders in the sky
roses cantina
the accountancy shanty
big john
battle of new orleans
rawhide
money (cabaret)
anything from willy wonka
eastbound
every sperm is sacred
greased lightning
harper valley pta
Good ones
runaround sue
habanera
Abord the good ship venus
Toucha toucha touch me would be cool
I can make you a man
Convoy / C’mon Ride the Train
you’re the one that i want
paradise by the dashboard light
kawliga
cotton eye joe
shake your groove thang
downtown
WTF? I just realized, WHO actually is listening to the music at a S-T-R-I-P–C-L-U-B
Other not necessarily strippropriate songs I’ve danced to…
“Stormbringer” and “Smoke on the Water”- Deep Purple - which got me nearly suffocated by CO2 fog once.
“Lump”- the Presidents of the United States…
“Everything About You” by Ugly Kid Joe
The original version of “The Lion Sleeps Tonight”
“Horse With No Name”- America
That last, I had fun with once- I had chosen it as the first song of my set, not knowing that the dancer before me had chosen it as last song of her set. The jukebox wouldn’t play two songs off the same CD in a row, let alone the same song twice. Anyhoo, I heard the intro to my first song, got onstage, and then realized the other girl wasn’t picking up her tips and clothing and leaving the stage. After conferring briefly, we danced to the song together.
Oh, and people actually do listen to the music in strip clubs sometimes. In one of the bars I worked at, a high percentage of the clientele was middle aged ex-hippies and aging bikers. I made a lot of tip money based on my choice of music- I tended to dance to late '60’s-early '70’s psychedelic rock and heavy metal. “Sunshine of Your Love” was one of my staples. And “Suffragette City” once netted me a $5 tip.
I’ve always had this weird (and oddly detailed) fantasy that I drove up to Pennsylvania Dutch country, found a secret Amish strip bar, and watched a girl with light brown hair, no tan and no makeup strip to the strains of Aaron Copland’s “Shaker Melody.”
There’s more, but this just isn’t the right forum.
Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes
(“Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I’ll not ask for wine…”)
Silver Threads Among The Gold
(“Darling I am growing older. Silver threads among the gold.”)
Those would be terrible. . .unless somebody opens a club for senior citizens called something like “The Grinding Grannies.” I can see it now. Support hose and girdles being tossed to the customers, who fall out of their wheel chairs trying to grab them. Dentures falling into beer mugs as slack jaws drop.
the “Horst Wessel” song, and any North Korean paens to the “Great Leader” or “Dear Leader”
“Happy Families,” “Bungalow,” “Books are Burning,” “Sacrificial Bonfire” – XTC
“Amplifier” – the dB’s (Danny went home and killed himself one night…)
“Infected” – The The
“Stuart” – The Dead Milkmen
“Drugs,” “Electricity” – Talking Heads
“U-G-L-Y” – Fishbone
“Meat Is Murder” – The Smiths
The wheels on the bus go round and round
My Funny Valentine
The old gray mare (she ain’t what she used to be)
Don’t sit under the apple tree (with anyone else but me)
Nothing Compares to you (sinead oconner)
Dils - Class War
Morrissey - Everyday is like Sunday
When I was dating my ex husband, an ex girlfriend of his came over. She wanted to get his opinion on a dance that she was going to perform for the owners of a strip club. She was trying to get a job there. Obviously with me there, she didn’t actually strip. I of course thought it was pretty damn inappropriate of her to ask him to do this, especially with me sitting right there. Aside from that, she was FAT. Hell, I’M fat, but I’m not trying out for a stripper job.
ANYWAY, this girl danced (and very POORLY at that) to “Walking in Memphis” by Marc Cohn. Horrible. Frightening. It was like the stripper version of the first round of American Idol auditions. That would be a poor choice for a stripper song for anyone, but even more so for a grossly overweight 19 year old girl who can’t dance. Nightmares are created from situations like this.
