What’s particularly interesting is where the word comes from, a variety of African sources – “Boog” comes from the Hausa Chadic language from sub-Saharan Africa, and “Booga” from the Mandingo language from Guinea and Senegal both meaning “to beat”. ![]() The words themselves become like sounds, tools, instrument to bang, hit or blow, exclamations or reference points, expressions of feelings colouring and punctuating the song.īoogie-woogie itself is a style popularised in the late 1920s, but developed in African-American communities in the 1870s. It's a technique some artists use as if they are talking to, as well as about, the musical genre or element itself, the equivalent of shouting to the trumpet or saxophone, the piano or guitar, but in this case a rhythmical element. Does the beat go on? Who has got that rhythm? Is the boogie really to blame? Where is it? In the city or the jungle, and does it affect or be attributed to certain instruments? And if these things are present, what kind of musical wonderland are they creating? I think you get the drift. So this week, what seems to be occurring is we’re now not looking so much for songs containing these musical elements alone (that would never end…) but where each artist sings, talks, or shouts about one, two or all of those three things – rhythm, beat or boogie. ![]() Most songs have rhythm, a beat and some of them even have a little dash of boogie, but a far fewer number actually refer to one or more them in lyrics. They seem to be gripped by a need to express themselves only via certain words. Blame it on the what, Michael? But then he was interrupted by David Bowie, who ini that distinctive low voice, asked everyone to just calm down: “Hey, let the children use it, let the children lose it, let all the children boogie.” Fair enough, but just tread carefully Michael …Ĭlearly then, something has happened to some of the Song Bar punters this week. Blame it on the boogie,” announced Michael Jackson with slick turn and twist and and a hip and groin thrust, adding his signature extra high ‘ooh’ to punctuate that input. But what was causing this heat, this fever? “Don't blame it on the sunshine. It sounded like he also needed some urgent attention, or at least an audience. The rhythm is inside me, the rhythm has my soul.” The rhythm is around me, the rhythm has control. “Well, I’m no doctor,” replied Peter Gabriel, excitedly, "but the rhythm is below me, the rhythm of the heat. I just can't control my feet won’t you help me…?” It all started when, out of the blue, Gloria Estefan suddenly breezed in, not merely to order some cocktails, but also to announce: “Hey! Is there are doctor in the house? Well, Doctor, I've got this feeling, deep inside of me, deep inside of me. There certainly is something strange going on – a feverish, chaotic scene at the Bar today. “March to the beat of your own drummer.” – Henry David Thoreau You may sort the information below by clicking on the headers.“Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances." – Maya Angelou Select a horse to view its Certificate of Foal Registration as stamped "Retired from Racing".
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