California Videos
No podcast this wee,, I’m vacationing in Los Angeles, having a ball. Here’s some rad Cali videos. Enjoy your weekend.
No podcast this wee,, I’m vacationing in Los Angeles, having a ball. Here’s some rad Cali videos. Enjoy your weekend.
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Today marks the official first day of autumn 2010. As far as music goes, there is usually one “song of the summer” – a track that we will forever associate with the previous season of this particular year. This song usually embodies the typical moods related to summer – laziness, partying, a carefree, optimistic attitude, et al.
While I’m not going to try and pick this song, I have my nominations – songs that will bring me back to this summer, my first few months in a new city, and, as with most summers, a good time in near-intolerable heat.
Occasionally I browse the pop music world/charts/blogs and see what the kids are listening to. Sometimes I am pleased with what I find, most of the time I am not. This is a journal of my discoveries.
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So Katy Perry has a new song. And the only word I can come up with to accurately describe it is “atrocious.” I feel it’s apt. Let’s verify, shall we?
atrocious – adj. 1. shockingly bad or tasteless; dreadful; abominable
Yeah that sounds about right. But don’t take my word for it. Peep this, homie.
So let’s review:
“Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?
Don’t be a chicken boy, stop acting like a beeotch
I’ma peace out if you don’t give me the pay off
Come on baby let me see
What you’re hiding underneath”
and of course:
“I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock, cock
Your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock”
So yeah, atrocious. There was a time when sexuality was subtle, when camp was cute, when parents would turn the other cheek because their Top 40-loving kids probably wouldn’t understand the context of the double entendre until they turned 13 or 14.
I don’t remember that time.
But this is far from the worst thing the pop music world has given us, overtly sexual or otherwise. Here are nine other lyrically atrocious examples – and I haven’t even scratched the surface of what the CHR world likes to consider “poetry” in our modern times.
Once every three months I list the best of what I heard in albums/songs/remixes for the quarter. I do this to personally keep up with all the awesome music I hear, as it ultimately helps me at the end of the year when I do my overall listing for the previous twelve months. I also do it to introduce you cool cats to tunes you may have missed independently.
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