Beatbox Ali
We did Beatboxing, DJ and MC'ing today. To make beatbox noises, for those of you that haven't done it before, including secretly in your room when 10 and obsessed with rap and gangsters; it involves making simple noises into a mic to amplify them and get them impressively sounding like a drum kit. It's clever and once you can do that you can add in other noises like scratches (as in when a DJ scratches a record- yes you can do that with noises from your mouth, and yes, it does sound realistic, well, it does if a professional does it, if i do it it sounds desperately like 'waa-a-waaa-a-wa'.) So there I was fully participating in the workshop, saying 'Buh' and 'Kuh' and 'Tuh' into the microphone to form sounds vaguely resembling that a baby makes when trying to learn the alphabet.
Suddenly needing the loo I ran upstairs 'BKT,BKT,BBKT,BBKT' I repeated to myself under my breath as I went upstairs.
As I went into the bathroom they started beatboxing downstairs again and the whole building reverberated with the sounds; 'BKT,BKT,BBKKT,BBKKT' I practised whispering 'BKT, BKT, BKTSSS' (Cymbal sound!). I figured no one could hear so I increased my whisper to a normal volume, and was bobbing along to the beat whilst having a piss. The image alone is priceless. 'BKT BKT BKT BKT' I was practically shouting it. I opened the door and was in the middle of 'K' and 'T' when I stopped sharp as one of my 11 year old young people stood in front of me. Fortunately I don't think he knew what I was doing when I was having a wee, but still I turned a slow shade of red and stopped mid beatbox.
"You're funny you are"
You don't know the half of it kid!
"Card-a-mom?? What is Card-a-MOM?"
"You mean cardamom, and it's a spice"
"How do you not know this??"
"Oh god, a spice, I've only just learnt what Basil is!"
"That's my computer shutting down"
"I'm like a computer...I need to sleep, infact I shall go to bed and my little LED light will go out, and then in the morning you shake my mouse and.....oh god!" Mike went very red whilst I rolled around laughing.
Suddenly needing the loo I ran upstairs 'BKT,BKT,BBKT,BBKT' I repeated to myself under my breath as I went upstairs.
As I went into the bathroom they started beatboxing downstairs again and the whole building reverberated with the sounds; 'BKT,BKT,BBKKT,BBKKT' I practised whispering 'BKT, BKT, BKTSSS' (Cymbal sound!). I figured no one could hear so I increased my whisper to a normal volume, and was bobbing along to the beat whilst having a piss. The image alone is priceless. 'BKT BKT BKT BKT' I was practically shouting it. I opened the door and was in the middle of 'K' and 'T' when I stopped sharp as one of my 11 year old young people stood in front of me. Fortunately I don't think he knew what I was doing when I was having a wee, but still I turned a slow shade of red and stopped mid beatbox.
"You're funny you are"
You don't know the half of it kid!
"Card-a-mom?? What is Card-a-MOM?"
"You mean cardamom, and it's a spice"
"How do you not know this??"
"Oh god, a spice, I've only just learnt what Basil is!"
"That's my computer shutting down"
"I'm like a computer...I need to sleep, infact I shall go to bed and my little LED light will go out, and then in the morning you shake my mouse and.....oh god!" Mike went very red whilst I rolled around laughing.
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