FIRST, PLAY THE SONG AND TRY TO READ THE LYRICS.
MUSIC
What instrument is playing at the beginning of the song?
Reading
BME
Beginning - character, and setting
Middle - problem
End- solution
HAVING A PARTY
We're havin' a party Dancin' to the music Played by the DJ On the radio The Cokes are in the icebox Popcorn's on the table Me and my baby We're out here on the floor So Mr, Mr. DJ Keep those records playin' 'Cause I'm a-havin' such a good time Dancin' with my baby Everybody's swingin' Sally's doin' the twist now If you take requests I've Got a few for you Play that song called "Soul Twist" Play that one called "I Know" Don't forget the "Mashed Potatoes" No other songs will do Let me tell you Mr, Mr. DJ Keep those records playin' 'Cause I'm a-havin' such a good time Dancin' with my baby Havin' a party, yeah Everybody's swingin', oh we're Dancin' to the music, yeah On the radio Oh, we're havin' a party, man Everybody's swingin' We're dancin' to the music, yeah On the radio Tell 'em one more time We're havin' a party, yeah And everybody's swingin' Oh, we're dancin' to the music, yeah On the radio Tell you We're havin' a party
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Sam Cooke Having A Party lyrics © Abkco Music Inc.
Create coins and add the song title and student name on the coin, do this as home work for accuracy.
Next, create coins and create a playlist for the classroom party.
MATH
If the Cokes are in the icebox, then what is an icebox?
How much are cokes this week, download the grocery store app, or give the class the sales paper to create problems that can be solved using the apps or paper. Be sure to check for discounts and remember that since this is a school event, it can be tax free, because schools have a tax id number that can be used to discount purchases for the classroom.
Do they have popcorn for sale or do we need to buy chips because they are cheaper? What is the cheapest drink or snack that will give us an excellent party for $20.00 How many of each item do we have to buy?
STEAM
Make a soda machine
ART
Create a popcorn banner to cover the table in art, using warm colors to paint the popcorn and using cool colors to paint the background. To create a table cloth roll the paper out and have students draw and paint their popcorn on the same roll of paper. This can be a Pre-K - 1st grade assignment.
How can we redesign the classroom for comfortable seating and a dance floor, remember some people may want to have hors d'oeuvres as well.
READING
Introduce nonfiction text features including the table of contents, index, glossary, headings, bold words, sidebars, pictures, and their captions, and labeled diagrams. Students need the opportunity to learn how to identify nonfiction text features and how to use them. Use the elements from the album or 45 to make this more interactive.
Take time to teach or demonstrate a record on the record player. Maybe show a 45 and an album.
Use the nonfiction text features to create an album cover.
Dance
Lyrics
Let me tell you 'bout a place Somewhere up a New York way Where the people are so gay Twistin' the night away Here they have a lot of fun Puttin' trouble on the run Man, you find the old and young Twistin' the night away They're twistin', twistin' Everybody's feelin' great They're twistin', twistin' They're twistin' the night away Here's a man in evenin' clothes How he got here, I don't know, but Man, you oughta see him go Twistin' the night away He's dancin' with the chick in slacks She's a movin' up and back Oh man, there ain't nothin' like Twistin' the night away They're twistin', twistin' Everybody's feelin' great They're twistin', twistin' They're twistin' the night Let's twist a while Lean up, lean back Lean up, lean back Watusi, now fly, now twist They're twistin' the night away Here's a fella in blue jeans Dancin' with a older queen Who's dolled up in a diamond rings and Twistin' the night away Man, you oughta see her go Twistin' to the rock and roll Here you find the young and old Twistin' the night away They're twistin', twistin' Man, everybody's feelin' great They're twistin', twistin' They're twistin' the night One more time Lean up, lean back Lean up, lean back Watusi, now fly, now twist Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Sam Cooke Twistin' the Night Away lyrics © Abkco Music Inc.
I bless the day I found you I want to stay around you And so I beg you, let it be me Don't take this heaven from one If you must cling to someone Now and forever, let it be me Each time we meet love I find complete love Without your sweet love what would life be So never leave me lonely Tell me you love me only And that you'll always let it be me Each time we meet love I find complete love Without your sweet love what would life be So never leave me lonely Tell me you love me only And that you'll always, let, it, be, me
Writer/s: BECAUD, GILBERT FRANCOIS LEOPOLD / DELANOE, PIERRE / CURTIS, MANN
Lyrics
I know (I know) You don't love me, no mo No mo (no mo) No, no mo (no mo) And I, don't wanna be hurted Any mo (no mo) Any mo (no mo) Say he can't hide the lustful heart Ev'rything I did was no joy Sorry, I can't love you right, baby I don't have to love you at all I know (I know) You don't want me no mo No more (no more) No, no more (no more) And it had been someone else Who lovin' you mo' (No mo) lovin' you more (no more) Ain't no use sitting here crying, now After seeing you have put me down So, you don't want me no mo, baby Ain't no use in your hanging 'round I know (I know) You don't want me no mo No mo (no mo) No, no mo (no mo) And it had, to be someone else Who loving you more (no mo) Loving you more (no mo) Ain't no use seeing me crying, now After seeing you have put me down 'Cause you don't want me no more, baby Ain't no use in your hanging 'round I know (I know) I know (I know) I know Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Barbara George I Know lyrics © Three Wise Boys Music Llc
Lyrics It's the latest, it's the greatest Mashed potato, ya, ya ,ya, ya A Mashed potato started long time ago With a guy named Sloppy Joe You'll find this dance is so cool to do Come on baby, gonna teach it to you Mashed potato, feel it in your feet now Mashed potato, come on get the beat now Baby, come on honey, come on baby, ya, ya, ya, ya And then they dance it through and through They look for records they can do it to They got a dance was outta sight Doin' the lion sleeps tonight ya a weem o wep a weem o wep (Mashed potato) ya, ya, ya, ya (It's the latest) oh, baby (It's the greatest) come on, honey Ya, ya, ya, ya Now everybody is doin' fine They dance alone or in a big boss line And they discovered it's the most man The day they did it to Please Mr. Postman wait a minute, wait a minute (Mashed potato) deliver the letter (It's the latest) oh, baby (It's the greatest) come on, honey Ya, ya, ya, ya Well they got with more and more Ya ought to see 'em around the floor The mashed potato long long list They even do it to Dear Lady Twist get up on your tail now (Mashed potato) ya, ya, ya, ya (It's the latest) come on, baby (It's the greatest) oh, honey Ya, ya, ya, ya feel the groovy beat now Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Brian Holland / Freddie Gorman / Georgia Dobbins / Kalman Cohen / Robert Bateman / William Garrett Mashed Potato Time lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
History
What happened in 1962?
About. One of the most significant decades in 20th-century art, the 1960s saw the rise of Pop Art, Op Art, Minimalism, Conceptual Art, Performance Art, and Feminist Art, among countless other styles and movements.
What were the goals of the Black Arts Movement?
The Black Arts Movement was a Black nationalism movement that focused on music, literature, drama, and the visual arts made up of Black artists and intellectuals.
Reading - Analyze the Poem
I know why the caged bird sings Maya Angelou
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Monday in B-Flat Poem by Amiri Baraka
Monday in B-Flat
I can pray
all day
& God
wont come.
But if I call
911
The Devil
Be here
in a minute!
No, I don't feel death coming. I feel death going: having thrown up his hands, for the moment. I feel like I know him better than I did. Those arms held me, for a while, and, when we meet again, there will be that secret knowledge between us.
The Bean Eaters
They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair. Dinner is a casual affair. Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood, Tin flatware. Two who are Mostly Good. Two who have lived their day, But keep on putting on their clothes And putting things away. And remembering ... Remembering, with twinklings and twinges, As they lean over the beans in their rented back room that is full of beads and receipts and dolls and cloths, tobacco crumbs, vases and fringes.
so he said: you ain’t got no talent if you didn’t have a face you wouldn’t be nobody
and she said: god created heaven and earth
and all that’s Black within them
so he said: you ain’t really no hot shit they tell me plenty sisters take care better business than you
and she said: on the third day he made chitterlings
and all good things to eat
and said: “that’s good”
so he said: if the white folks hadn’t been under yo skirt and been giving you the big play you’d a had to come on uptown like everybody else
and she replied: then he took a big Black greasy rib from adam and said we will call this woeman and her name will be sapphire and she will divide into four parts that simone may sing a song
and he said: you pretty full of yourself ain’t chu
so she replied: show me someone not full of herself and i’ll show you a hungry person
by Nikki Giovanni
On the first day of April in 1960, in the final weeks of her twenties, Hansberry divided a page of her daybook into two columns and filled them out in the like-and-dislike list tradition of Roland Barthes and Susan Sontag:
I LIKE
Mahalia Jackson’s music My husband — most of the time dressed up being admired for my looks Dorothy Secules eyes Dorothy Secules Shakespeare Having an appetite Slacks My homosexuality Being alone Eartha Kitt’s looks Eartha Kitt That first drink of Scotch To feel like working The little boy in “400 Blows” The way I look Certain flowers The way Dorothy Talks Older Women Miranda D’Corona’s accent Charming women And/or intelligent women
I HATE
Being asked to speak Speaking Getting too much mail My loneliness My homosexuality Stupidity Most television programs What has happened to Sidney Poitier Racism People who defend it Seeing my picture Reading my interviews Jean Genet’s plays Jean Paul Sartre’s writing Not being able to work Death Pain Cramps Being hung over Silly women As silly men David Suskind’s pretensions Sneaky love affairs.