🎶 Dance Pop: Talk With Your Hands — Where Sound Ends & the Body Speaks
- Waymon Hudson
- 2 days ago
- 3 min read
The Song That Started With a Touch
For me, a dance pop song like Talk With Your Hands didn’t start with a melody.
It started with a feeling.
With the way fingers trace meaning into skin.
The way a look across a crowded room says everything words can’t.
The way bodies on a dance floor start to move like a conversation... fluent, wordless, wild.
I wanted to write a song that captures that language.
The one I’ve always spoken best.
The Dance Floor: The Great Equalizer
The dance floor has always been my favorite kind of church.
Because in that space, nobody can really hear anyone else.
The music’s too loud.
The bass drowns out the words.
Everyone talks with their hands.
With their hips.
With the way they lean in closer to be understood.
And that’s what makes it beautiful.
When I’m dancing, I’m not the deaf guy in the room. I’m just another body moving to the rhythm, feeling it pulse through the floor, the air, the skin.
We’re all speaking the same language there.
We’re all fluent.
That’s what Talk With Your Hands is about: that moment when communication stops being about words and starts being about connection.
No Apologies for Desire
Let’s be honest... this one’s sexy.
It’s meant to be.
I wanted a track that feels like sweat on your neck, like a whisper against your jaw.
A song that invites you to stop overthinking, stop performing, and just feel.
Because being deaf doesn’t make me less sensual.
If anything, it’s made me more aware... of every vibration, every breath, every touch.
I experience music the same way I experience desire:
Fully. Through every nerve ending.
That’s what I wanted to give people: a way to understand my world through a shared experience we all already know.
When you’re dancing, words don’t matter.
Sound doesn’t matter.
All that matters is how it feels.
Creating Music Without Hearing It
I wrote Talk With Your Hands the same way I write all my music now: through vibration and instinct.
The bass came first — a deep, pulsing groove that hit me right in the chest.
Then came the lyrics, written like a love letter to sensation:
Talk with your hands, let the rhythm translate. Every curve, every grind, every rush I take…
It’s an anthem for touch.
For intimacy that doesn’t need interpretation.
And for me, it’s a reminder that silence doesn’t have to mean stillness.
It can mean freedom.
The Album: Through My Skin
This track is part of my upcoming album Through My Skin, a project built on how I experience the world as a deaf artist.
Each song explores a different way we connect beyond sound: through feeling, motion, memory, and the body itself.
If Before I Go was the quiet heartbreak,
and Ruin Me Slowly was the dangerous temptation,
then Talk With Your Hands is pure release...
the moment where you stop explaining and start living out loud.
Talk With Your Hands: Dance Pop That Matters
Because being deaf doesn’t mean I stopped feeling music.
Or love.
Or lust.
It just means I learned how to listen differently: through the beat under my skin, the pulse in someone else’s hand, the rhythm that doesn’t need to be heard to be understood.
So when you hear Talk With Your Hands,
I want you to move.
To connect.
To let your body say what your mouth never could.
And maybe, for three minutes and twenty seconds, you’ll understand what my world feels like...
where sound ends,
and everything else begins.
🎧 Talk With Your Hands — out November 7th! — Written by a deaf artist.
Built for the dance floor.
Written from the skin.
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