Justin might be bringing sexy back, but elsewhere in the music scene, the content is lacking. On my way home, I heard three songs in a row that were lyrically sub-par, and I just really felt the need to share my shock.
To detox after work, I turn to Old Faithful--105.someodd, a country music station, where I go when I'm feeling nostalgic. Some guy, who I later learn is Brad Paisley, is crooning away to a crush about how he wants to get with her, when he uses the line, "I'd like to check you for ticks." Ticks? Really? Thank goodness girls don't say stupid stuff like that. I press number 5 on my radio. Avril's punchy tune is sure to bring me back to reality from my backwoods pick-up-line experience.
"Hey hey, you you...I don't like your girlfriend. No way, no way--I think you need a new one!"
Well, at least she's being clear about her intentions, right? It continues: "She's like, so whatever. You could do so much better..." Classy, I know. I would have been horrified if anyone saw my head bobbing along. "In a second you’ll be wrapped around my finger. Cause I can, cause I can do it better. There’s no other. So when's it gonna sink in? She’s so stupid. What the hell were you thinking?!" I change the station once more, just in case I get in a car crash and they can prove what I was listening to (like the whole clean underwear thing). Back to country perhaps? Now it's Toby Keith telling me all about how "a high maintenance woman don't want no maintenance man" despite the fact that he's "got all the right tools" and "knows how to use them." Catchy, smart lyrics...I'm feeling dumber when I finally make it back to my apartment. Free at last.
As I wait for the elevator, some Mercedes speeds by, not quite fast enough for me to miss the hook. The song gets stuck in my head as I swipe my way up to the fourth floor.
"This is why, this is why I'm hot. I'm hot cuz I'm fly. You ain't, cuz you not..."
3 comments:
To each his own. I love Toby Keith and his music. He has fun. He isn't boring like the rest of them. I want fun in my life. And he is right, High Maintenance Women are stuck up snobs and only want what can give them money. He tells it like it is. Now if that guy had money how many women would be after him, no matter how he looked? Nuff said.
As far as rants go, you tend to ramble. Granted, the rambling is probably more purposed towards the therapeutic process of purging your thoughts on a page than entertaining your readers but still, given enough hormone induced electronic emotional colonics strung together consecutively to form a incessant stream of venting, people might stop caring.
This, however, was a beautiful piece of literature. The intro combined a joke with a seamless segue into your thesis. The overall tone of the rant was saturated with sardonic wit. Using internal dialog was very effective at pacing the flow as each point built on the previous in perfect fluidity. Sentence structure, diction, biting satirical criticism, all of these wove flawlessly together to demonstrate your case in point. Starting off innocently and then building with gradual tension was structured cleanly and the ending illustrated an excellent sense of comedic timing and argumentative rhetoric as you saved the best for last.
Maybe this was just a freak accident or perhaps disdain brings out a particular inspirational elevation to your writing. Regardless I don't really expect pieces like this to become the standard for your blog but nonetheless I was very compelled to commend you on your excellent work.
The worst thing is when you actually listen to the words of a song you've loved for quite some time only to realize your 8 year-old cousin probably could have done better.
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