Give Me The Green Light

If you receive emails from me today harboring a few extra periods or out of place consonants, don't blame it on my cheating in eighth grade keyboarding class, blame it on Beyonce for crafting one of the most bumpin songs I've ever heard in my life. The new album is a real booty-shaker - there are at least five SOLID singles in there (see "Green Light," "Upgrade U" and "Freakum Dress" for evidence) - but "Ring the Alarm" is the killer. I wish the office would let me strut around with my 1980's-era headphones on all day so I could dip and bounce to Lady B's enraged catcall while fetching the good peeps their tape stock. But alas, my shimmies and siren-inspired gyrations most likey won't fly in the corpo atmosphere, so I must be content shaking my shoulders and punching out emails, two fingers at a time, to "I'll be damned if I see another chick in your arms!!!" Unfortunately I can't quite keep up with B's rants about chinchilla coats and houses off the coast on keyboard percussion without compromising spelling and grammatical accuracy. Such is the sacrifice I am willing to make to ring it in here in tghe dub roomn..