Friday, May 16, 2008

Demonic Hips

Thank god for the Internet. (Is it strange that I capitalized "Internet" and didn't capitalize "god"? Does that allude to what's really important to me?) I was lost on YouTube a few weeks ago and happened upon the most amazing link, something for which the Internet was built: a video of Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" fused together with footage of Glenn Danzig borrowed from old Danzig videos and a snappy pseudo-Misfits riff. Click here for your enjoyment.

I'm a huge Danzig fan and have been since 1989. I still go to his shows when his tour takes him to Philadelphia and its outer rim. I find his music -- yes, even some of the new stuff -- inspiring and powerful. While some of his fans compare his lyrics to poetry, I won't go that far. But his words are certainly provocative. (An example: "I'm gonna stand on top of the world and / Challenge the heavens / Gonna bring you god.") He should be a motivational speaker some day. Or maybe a zookeeper. Or, better yet, a maker of crossword puzzles as the only logical successor to Will Shortz.

I had never heard Shakira's "music" before uncovering this gem. I think I've heard all I need to hear. I'm sure she's a nice person and a lot of fun to hang out with. She does a great "Robot" too, but I'm not in her camp, as the kids like to say. [Scene: "I'm just not a fan of your work, Shakira." Shakira says nothing, just stands there, eyes tearing up. "Please don't take it personally. ... Stop, please don't cry." She runs off, hands shielding her face. Crushed, she doesn't watch her footsteps and trips over a half-empty Slurpee. She twists her ankle, only worsening the pain that's eating away at her and undoing her confidence. Her bodyguard advances and blankets me in his shadow. "This is going to hurt, isn't it?" I ask. He cracks his knuckles and smiles sadistically. End of scene.] Sorry you had to see that. But I'm quite sure that sleeping on her bed of money will soften the blow of me not respecting her as an artist.

Oh yeah, the video. Watching that video for the first time was a peanut-butter-and-jelly moment. I've watched it at least three times a day since I dug it up and have shared it with other people close to me. Strangely, no one else gets nearly as excited. That's OK; we all have our problems. Even though the duet never really happened, it's reality as far as I'm concerned. In my mind, it did happen. But if that's the case, why can't I find the single on iTunes? Dammit.

It got me thinking of other great audio combinations that will probably never collide: Megadeth and Earth Wind & Fire. Sepultura and Keane. The Dixie Chicks and Agnostic Front. Jack Johnson and Doomriders. Cro-Mags and Rufus Wainwright. Anthrax and Public Enemy. Oh wait ...

So there is hope. Maybe one day Danzig and Shakira will not only record this great single but also tour together, collaborate on a musical, fall in love, get hitched and buy a dog. He can show her the finer points of mixed martial arts, black concert T-shirts and demons. She can teach him all there is to know about bare midriffs, Spanish verbs and things that sparkle.

It's destiny, I tell you.

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