MagicThought

A quick follow-up on Emily’s post. There is in fact another important connection between the film, I am Legend, and our class. The film is loosely based or at least thematically similar to a novel written in 1826 by …. drum roll please….. Mary Shelley. One of my former students is now working on her Ph.D. and is an expert on the book. She called my attention to the connection, but informs me that Shelley’s book is not a paternity/technology book. In herstorical/magical terms what matters in the context of this class is the connection between Frankenstein and a new film that is thematically similar to another book she wrote. If you’re interested in Shelley’s novel here’s a link to an online edition:

http://www.rc.umd.edu/editions/mws/lastman/

And for those of you not up on your rap history, my title is a reference to Will Smith’s Hit song, Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It, from his 1997 album, Big Willie Style. As you can see from the lyrics below, the former Fresh PRINTS of Belair, had his EAR on the cultural pulse. Note all the momma stuff, a year or so after the internet was introduced.

Bring it.
Woo
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ha ha, ha ha
What, what, what, what
Ha ha ha ha
Uh
On your mark ready set let’s go
Dance floor pro I know you know
I go psycho when my new joint hit
Just can’t sit
Gotta get jiggy wit it
Ooh that’s it
Now honey honey come ride
D-K-N-Y all up in my eye
You gotta Prada bag with a lotta stuff in it
Give it to your friend let’s spin
Everybody lookin’ at me
Glancin the kid
Wishin they was dancin’ a jig
Here with this handsome kid
ciga-cigar right from Cuba-Cuba
I just bite it
It’s for the look I don’t light it
Ill way to ‘aami on the ‘ance say oor flay
Giving up jiggy make it feel like foreplay
Yo my cardio is infinite (ha ha)
Big Willie Style’s all in it
Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It
na na na na na na na nana na na na na nana)
Gettin jiggy wit it
(na na na na na na na nana na na na na nana)
Gettin jiggy wit it
(na na na na na na na nana na na na na nana)
Gettin jiggy wit it

What
You wanna ball with the kid
Watch your step you might fall
Trying to do what I did
Mama (uh) mama (uh) mama come closer
In the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub (uh)
No love for the haters the haters
Mad cause I got floor seats at the Lakers
See me on the fifty yard line with the Raiders
Met Ali he told me I’m the greatest
I got the fever for the flavour of a crowd pleaser
DJ play another
From the prince of this
Your highness
Only mad chicks ride in my whips
South to the west to the east to the north
Bought my hits and watch ‘em go off a go off
Ah yes yes y’all ya don’t stop
In the winter or the (summertime)
I makes it hot
Gettin jiggy wit ‘em

(na na na na na na na nana na na na na nana)
Gettin jiggy wit it
(na na na na na na na nana na na na na nana)
Gettin jiggy wit it
(na na na na na na na nana na na na na nana)

Eight fifty I.S. if you need a lift
Whose the kid in the drop
Who else Will Smith
Living that life some consider a myth
Rock from south street to one two fifth
Women used to tease me
Give it to me now nice and easy
Since I moved up like George and Wheezy
Dream to the maximum I be asking em
Would you like to bounce with the brother that’s platinum
Never see Will attacking em
Rather play ball with Shaq and em
Flatten em
Psyche
Kiddin
You thought I took a spill
But I didn’t
Trust the lady of my life she hitting
Hit her with a drop top with the ribbon
Crib for my mom on the outskirts of Philly
You trying to flex on me
Don’t be silly
Getting jiggy wit it

(na na na na na na na nana na na na na nana)
Gettin jiggy wit it
(na na na na na na na nana na na na na nana)
Gettin jiggy wit it
(na na na na na na na nana na na na na nana)
Gettin jiggy wit it
(na na na na na na na nana na na na na nana)
Gettin jiggy wit it

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