Call me maybe, never

Hey, I just heard you.  And this is crazy.  This song is silly.  Leave my head quickly.  Oh my God, people.  It has been the most annoying couple of days.  All because of that song “Call Me Maybe” by Carly Rae Jepsen.  I mean, I have been singing it for the past two days.  Nonstop.  And it is driving me absolutely bonkers.

Here’s the thing.  I have a radio station that is set at my job.  I don’t know what it is cause it’s set by my company.  But it pretty much is like techno versions of songs.  Some I recognize, some I didn’t.  This song is one of the ones I constantly heard but didn’t know what it was or who it was.  And this particular techno version is really cool.

So I would sing along with the parts that I could hear and understand and when the song was over I forgot about it completely.  So I’m driving home and I hear the actual recording of it.  It is WAY different.  Admittedly I like the music for the regular song.  What with the violins and all.  My issue comes from the lyrics.

I get home and I look up the song on Vevo to give it a good listen.  What I heard kind of didn’t make sense, so I looked up the lyrics.  Which made me feel both better and worse.  Better because I can hear properly that the song made no sense and horrified because the song makes NO sense.

First of all, it sounds kind of stalkerish to me.  If I was a guy and a girl said this to me I’d have to give her the side eye.  There is such a thing as too eager.  Secondly, we don’t live in a world where it’s safe to give our numbers out to strange people.  For me personally no one has my personal phone number unless they are family and friends.  Everyone else gets the email treatment.  Get through that and maybe I may think of giving that number out.  Lastly this line ‘Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad’.  Um, what?

No seriously, what is that?  That is not a thing that someone says.  Why?  Because it doesn’t make sense.  How do you miss someone before you meet them?  How do you miss anything that you’ve never experienced?  That’s like me saying I miss France just because I have a french name, despite the fact that I’m American and have never been to France.  How is that line endearing?  How is it that it is the most memorable and catchiest part of the song?

The greatest question of all is why is this song stuck in my head.  I’ve heard multiple songs since then and yet I keep going back to it.  What’s worse is that I’m spreading the insanity and getting it stuck in other peoples heads.  It’s crazy.  I’m sorry to those people too.  I need to purge this from my mind.  But it’s powerful in its catchy nonsensical way.  Help me!!



So I kept hearing this song on the radio and for whatever reason thought it was Kelly Clarkson singing it.  All I knew was a couple of lines from it and that it sounded like her.  So imagine my level of annoyance when I get home to check Youtube to hear it and not finding it.  I’ve heard a lot of Clarkson’s music, but not all.  So it was easy enough to filter out what I was looking for.  So when I didn’t find it I was perplexed.

This perplexing predicament lasted a while until I finally found out the title of the song.  Turns out it was Natasha Bedingfield’s song “Unwritten”.  And no, she and Kelly Clarkson sound absolutely nothing alike.  I have no idea what I was thinking.  Well, yes I do.  It seems like the kind of song that Ms. Clarkson would sing.  But whatever.  I was wrong, but now I have my song.

It’s another one of those uplifting tunes that speaks to me.  Like some other songs I’ve written about talking about living life to the fullest.  I especially love the line where she says ‘Drench yourself in words unspoken’.  I find this profound.  What does that mean? I honestly would like to know.  Seriously.  I don’t have my own interpretation of the line.  And it fascinates me.

And it comes to me at a great time.  With the week I’ve had, my confidence has gotten a little shaken.  I hate when that happens.  Everything always goes downhill from there.  I intend to not let that happen this time.  My future is at stake.  I gotta learn to take the bad, the horrible, the awful as well as the good the great and the terrific.  All those are necessary to make me into the person I am meant to be.

Whether these situations I’ve been through will make me a better person or not remains to be seen.  Everything that I’m doing right now is helping determine my tomorrow in some form or another.  I guess that is the beauty of not being able to see the future.  The not knowing.  The possibility that I will indeed be greater and do greater things.  So let’s see how tomorrow plays out.

Oh Oh Oh Amadeus!

So I get into a randomize my music mood and put the ole Ipod on shuffle.  The very first song that comes on is “Rock Me Amadeus” by Falco.  I have a love hate relationship with this song.  I love it because the song is so goofy that it’s fantastic.  And I hate it because it brings to mind a very embarrassing situation.

If you’ve never heard the song or seen the video, look it up.  It’s classic 80s nonsensical at its finest.  I have absolutely no idea what that man is saying in this song.  No clue.  I could look it up, but that would ruin it for me as I love the gibberish sounding way he says the lyrics.  The music is so 80s.  Once you hear that synthesizer I’m sure you’ll agree.

The video is weird.  That is the best term I can use to describe it.  I understand the guy is supposed to be the compose Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.  I got that.  But still, whenever I see it, I walk away scratching my head trying to figure out what I just saw.  However, I can take this time to profess my love for powdered wigs.  At least that part made me happy.

Now for my embarrassing story.  Last year I was in the library because I needed to print something out.  I ended up staying long because I tend to get lost on the internet.  So I’ve got my headphones on while I’m surfing the web and I have the tendency to have the sound cranked up unnecessarily loud.  Then the song comes on and I’m grooving to it.  As I said I don’t know the words to the song, so I am just mumbling the nonsensical gibberish as only I know how.  Then the chorus comes on which the words I do know.

I look up from the monitor because I feel eyes on me.  Only to realize it is several pairs of eyes of people looking at me like I had sprouted a second head.  Turns out I was singing loud enough for the people in the immediate vicinity of my location could hear me.  So the fact that I was singing loudly in a library, combined with the fact that most of the lyrics are nonsensical gibberish and these people were not the type of people who listen to the types of music that I do, it was a pretty mortifying situation.

Needless to say, I have to be careful about this song.  It’s just so freaking weird and catchy.  It’s up my alley.  But I need to keep in mind that when my earbuds are in, the music is louder than necessary and if I want to sing along, I need to turn the volume down just a touch.

Fancy that?

I hate it when I am listening to a song that sounds like it’s really good and then you sit back and listen to the lyrics and are left with that ‘wtf’ moment.  It’s the weirdest, most awkward feeling in the world.  Is it normal to jam out to a song that is lyrically disturbing?  Is it OK?  Sometimes I really do feel funny about it.

The reason I bring that up because I was relaxing and had my music on shuffle and the song “Fancy” by Reba McEntire came on.  I got the CD a while ago and I think I just gave it a quick listen.  But it comes on and I’m liking the music so far, Reba starts singing.  At first it sounded like a lot of the down and out country songs I usually hear.  It’s sad, but I’m feeling it.  So I’m OK until the line “she said, Be nice to the gentlemen Fancy, They’ll be nice to you.”  If you could have seen my ‘wtf’ face at that moment.  I stopped the song and started it over again, just so I could be absolutely certain I got this right.

It starts out with a poor woman helping her eighteen year old daughter get dressed up.  She does her hair and makeup and helps her into an expensive, beautiful dress.  They had already driven home the ‘we’re seriously poor and screwed’ point by describing the house and the roaches and whatnot.  Then mom talks about the father walking out on them, she’s sick and on her deathbed and she can’t care for the youngest child.  So my original thought was, she wanted to see her daughter at her best and happiest at her senior prom before she died.  Morbid!  Noble, but morbid.

Then THAT line showed up and now I unfortunately know what’s really going on.  You are personally preparing your oldest daughter to be a street walker.  That is absolutely sick.  I felt the same when I finally figured out and understood the plot of GiGi.  I’ve loved that movie forever, know all the songs though I never thought about or questioned what they meant.  Then the time for understanding hit me and I was like ‘Holy crap! I can’t believe it.’  But there it was.  It’s amazing what upbeat and catchy music can do to a theme, no matter how torrid.  Listen to how strong and clear she sings the chorus “Here’s your one chance Fancy, don’t let me down’.  I’m pretty sure I’m never going to forget that.

So after a series of unfortunate events, she gets to a place where she is well off and living it up.  Turns out if you can position yourself to be one of them high dollar ho’s, you can do well for yourself.  Which was what dear old mom wanted all along.  So what is the moral to this story?  Is there even one to be had?  I know that times are tough and all but damn, I don’t think I could do something like that.  Not to myself.  I couldn’t imagine doing it to my own child.  But still it turned out OK.  I guess that’s the point.  Do what you gotta do.

I hate when I get blindsided with lyrics.  This song is catchy and I love Reba, but this song gives me chills and not the good kind.  It depresses the crap out of me.  It also leaves me in a weird space because I don’t know how I should feel about it.  Or if I should feel anything about it at all.  Can I enjoy the song for what it is?  A song painting a very vivid picture and telling a morbid story without thinking about the fact that somewhere, right now as I type this, this is actually happening to someone.  Enter that weird feeling.


Happy New Year everyone!  I hope 2012 greeted everybody with warm wishes and the promise of hope for the future.  I spent the new year taking a nap, drinking and taking more naps.  It’s good to be a grownup.  Anyway, here we are first post of the month and I’m going to talk about my most recent musical experience.

That musical experience is named Ke$ha.  I paid absolutely no attention to her when everyone else was.  It’s my customary habit to not follow hype.  But I picked up her album “Animal” while I was in the library.  The only thing I can say about it is ‘fun’.  It’s a pretty fun album.  My toes tapped and I smiled a lot while listening to it.  Over all I enjoyed it.

I had heard one of her songs previously and didn’t realize it til I heard it again.  I think it was earlier in the year and one of the music channels was playing one of their generic top 100 videos and I saw the one for “Take It Off”.  I remember hearing it and thinking it was catchy, but didn’t catch who sang it and I never heard it again, so I forgot about it.  In the time I’ve had the CD I’ve listened to this song about 800 times.  It’s so damn catchy.  I’ve been singing it for days and it was my new years song of choice this year.  Who knew that a song melody based on a childs limerick could be so awesome.  In fact, I’ve listened to this song enough to know the lyrics by heart.  Not bad for 2 days.

The song “Kiss N Tell” had me dying of laughter.  Mostly because I was having a conversation with a friend just the other day on what the song was talking about.  Basically, don’t do dirt then go tell everybody about it.  You look like an idiot and you’ll lose your bf/gf.  The way that she puts it in the song makes you laugh because we’ve all seen it before.  But instead of behing butthurt over it, she’s like, ‘well, then screw you, begone, I have other things to do’.  It’s awesome.

The whole album is just fun dance music.  It’s hard not to want to dance while listening to it.  I’m not sure how I feel about the artist herself.  I still don’t know enough about her to make that call.  Can’t gauge if there is real talent there or just another studio product.  But for now I’ll enjoy it for what it is and encourage others to do the same.

Never play that again!

I was having a discussion with a friend the other day and I told her that while I like all types of music there were certain songs that I just really don’t like.  To her this equated that I don’t like all types of music.  I don’t agree with her and I doubt that I ever will.  It just does not make sense no matter how objectively I try to look at it.

I don’t see how an aversion to certain songs here and there equals cutting out and depreciating an entire genre of music.  For instance the song “Don’t Worry Be Happy” by Bobby McFerrin is a tune that I did like in the beginning.  Overtime however hearing this makes me want to smash my head against a rock.  I don’t know if it was overplayed or just extremely annoying, but I learned to loath this song.  I do appreciate the artists work and what he achieved with it.  Still I can do without ever hearing it again.

One song that I also used to like but now hate is the song “I’ll Make Love To You” by Boys 2 Men.  I hate that song for a reason.  It brings up bad memories for me.  This song came about when I was a sophomore in high school and I was dating a really cute football player who turned out to be not so cute.  He used to sing this song, badly I might add, to me all the time.  So now when I hear this song I think of him and get instantaneously angry.  Now, I ask you, does this mean I hate Boys 2 Men, R&B music or love songs?  Well does it?

A more recent song that just fills me with uncontrollable rage is the song “Bed” by J Holiday.  I hate, loath and despise this song.  I hate everything about it.  The lyrics, the music, the composition.  Everything.  It grates on my nerves like nails down a chalkboard when I hear it.  It is by far the most irritating song ever and I wish I could shoot it, dismember it and bury it so that I never have to hear it again.  That’s how much I hate this song.  Got nothing against the kid singing it, though I’m sure he’s all auto-tune, but I have to respect his hustle and this song made him popular. But I seriously believe that my IQ level dropped 10 points having heard this song.

Got an even better one for you.  As astonishing as this may sound I absolutely abhor one Michael Jackson song.  Yes, it’s true.  According to my mother, grandmother and aunt the song “She’s Out Of My Life” disturbed me as an infant.  An infant, people! With no concept of music appreciation whatsoever I was hating on this song from a bassinet.  They had to stop the record(look it up if you don’t know what that is) before it got to this or I would have a class A fit.  Listening to it as an adult I didn’t find anything in particular that was god awful about the song until he hit this one particular note that for some reason does not sit well with me.  So suffice it to say, I still can’t listen to this song.  I dare someone to tell me I’m not a Michael Jackson fan cause I don’t like this.  I will slap the taste buds off your tongue.

And I admit that yes, there are some artist or acts that I may not like too much, but they unfortunately they by some magical design they have catchy songs.  Perfect example of this is the Pussycat Dolls.  Hate them.  Aside from being a shallow, plastic, under dressed mess, they are thieves.  Their very first hit “Don’t Cha” was stolen from a burlesque act created by Elise Neal.  I never understood why they were a group anyway.  It was basically Nicole Scherzinger and the rest were her backup dancers.  So while I think that they were auto tuned talentless hacks, that song “Buttons” is freaking awesome.  I love that one.

What is it about certain songs or genres that make us hate them or like them.  Is it in the music itself that we are opposed/drawn to?  Is it the lyrics or the artist or the presentation?  When we hear a song, what is it within us that once we hear it we decide then and there that we like it or don’t?  Does it come down to we just like what we like or is there something more to it?  Just curious.