with a little preview to the remix
I grew up in the rolling hills of Central New York – Litchfield to be exact. It’s a farming community with a private country club, a stone quarry, and 1,513 residents (2010 census). In the middle of that beautiful countryside you will find the Lanterns; it’s your quintessential country bar that hosts snowmobile races, clam bakes, Old Milwaukee on tap (that’s a big deal in CNY), and more Jack Daniels than anywhere within a 50 mile radius. On a cold winters night in January 2013 my family decided to head on up for a little liquid propulsion – including my 86 year old Nana.
Now the Lanterns does not “bump and grind,” if you will, like a DC hotspot – regardless of if there’s a DJ or not. Being the life of the party that I am, I decided to liven things up that evening and make a music request; I chose a song that I thought might get the crowd excited, but it was a gamble. The Remix to Ignition filled the unknowing air and in a matter of moments my fellow Litchfielders approached the dance floor as if a switch had been turned on. For 3 minutes and 6 seconds I saw small town that doesn’t even have a stoplight have more fun than you would see a pile of interns have on a Saturday night at the Madhatter. Folks that probably haven’t been on a dance floor since Friends in Low Places hit the charts, danced and grinded like teenagers. That night, I knew. I knew that R Kelly had created a musical masterpiece with the power to make a bar in the deepest hills of upstate New York go from cold to foggin windows up, from JD to Crystall poppin, and from a regular night to a freakin weekend night.
Since then, I’ve been firm in my belief that the Remix to Ignition (or Ignition (Remix) to be official) is the greatest pump up song, ever. Whenever I hear it, I’m 1) thinking about a great evening with friends and the next one to come; 2) getting ready for a great evening with friends; or 3) having a great evening with friends. You tell me: are there are any better words to get you and your closest comrades pumped up than, “It’s the freakin’ weekend I’m about to have me some fun?”
Have a fun weekend. Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce…