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.
I can actually HEAR you saying “Really?? REALLY??”
:)
I have been tempted on several occasions to blog/twitter/facebook a series entitled “Lyrics heard at the Health Club.” Admittedly, they fall much more into the “shudderingly BAD” category and much less into the “such poor taste” category. Usually, I am quick to forget them, but here’s one I can’t get out of my brain:
“I’m absolutely, positively certain that I’m not sure that I lo-o-o-ve you – anymore.”
Kenton, we should keep a running list- it could be really funny. Just after posting this I heard that “Blame it on the a-a-a-a-alcohol” song and I needed my big red veto button immediately.
PS- that song HAD to be country, right?
Danielle-
Not country.
It’s that bad electronic dance genre that is way too reminiscent of disco. (Does it have a name?) I tolerate it at the health club because for all of the damage it does to my sense of good taste, it DOES result in a better workout.
I really had to laugh when I read this post because I am familiar with all the songs you mentioned. Another one that came to mind is the one that says, “When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell . . .” Everytime that song comes on the radio, I have to change the station because Mackie says it’s mean. I’m sooo glad to know my daughter has good judgment! (Well, at least concerning that song :)
this is why i was SO traumatized when i was in las vegas. it was like all of a sudden i was exposed to all this pop culture crap that ive been sheltered from for the last year. i heard the disco stick song and some circus song that totally made me nauseous…and sad. really sad. but mostly nauseous. here is my rant…http://april-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-seattle-to-las-vegas.html
miss you!!