Sometimes, when I’m driving around flipping through the radio, I hear a song whose lyrics are so shudderingly BAD and in such poor taste that it completely baffles me. (I don’t have proof, but I have a theory that more of these God-help-them-they-need-to-learn-to-speak-real-English-and-also-learn-some-manners songs come out in the summertime, no?) For instance, today already I have heard these songs, which I’m sure you know, but I refuse to name except to describe them as follows: the first was some sad sack talking about how he believes himself to have special powers to “make ‘dem good girls go bad” as well as a song about some woman taking a ride on a disco stick. I am not even going to comment on the second one.
Look, believe me when I say I like my dance pop cheesy music as much as the next girl. (Who has seen me out in public when a Justin Timberlake/Kanye West song has come on? Right?) I am ALL FOR a good dance song, even though I’m fully aware they won’t earn a Grammy anytime soon. But when you think about the process these kinds of songs had to go through- someone had to write them, and then sell them, and then convince some poor wannabe pop star to sing them and some label to produce them, AND the radio station had to decide to play them- it makes me wonder if the whole record industry has been taken over by fifteen year olds who still think burping is funny. I mean, a disco stick??? Really? REALLY???
No wonder we can’t solve the health care crisis.