Saturday, August 1, 2009

DON'T PASS ME BY, DON'T MAKE ME CRY, DON'T MAKE ME BLUE

The other day, I was copying some tapes I got in the mail. The unit I was using had a record player in it, so when I was done I decided to dig out my parent's copy of The White Album and have a listen.

I listened to a few songs and it struck me, as it has in the past, that The White Album is an ALBUM. By that I mean, you can listen ither all the way through or pick certain songs throughout the album and listen to them. They don't make albums like that anymore, at least not in mainstream music. Today's albums only contain about nine songs. You have the crummy song the band is going to release to the radio first up, and then all the even crummier songs they wrote just to fill up the record.

This got me thinking about how I had stopped following the top forty about a year ago, when that Kid Rock song came out.

We were smoking funny things,
And we were smoking funny things,
Things Things,
Things Things Things,
Things Things things things.

The thing is, I used to live for Kid Rock. Well, not live for, but you know what I mean. When I first heard him at the school for the blind courtesy of my roommate, it was like a revelation. Now these are the kinds of songs he writes? And it came out in June. Remember when summer songs would come out in the middle of August? For example, Fastball's "The Way" or that song "Summer
Girls."

Then there's Katie Perry.

I killed a dyke and I liked it.

Then there's Lady Googoo Gaga, and Googoo Gaga is an appropriate name for her. I looked up a clip of her speaking and she talks like a bucking five-year old.

Bu bu bu bu,
bu bu bucker face.

I quit following the country chart even earlier. Country songs are all like:

We live in a stupid, ignorant, low-brow, low-class, deadbeat, white trash, the people would have to get brain transplants to even qualify for stupid,
Hick town.

We go to the bar every Saturday night,
We get so drunk we pass out,
Then Sunday morning we go to church,
Because we're good Christians,
We're the most devout Christians you could ever meet.

Or they cover pop songs.

Theeeeeeeeeese days,
Everybody wanna talk,
Like they got something to saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,
But nothin comes out when they move their lips,
Buckers act like they forgot about Dre.

Kanye West will be releasing his new album soon, "Do As I Say, Not As I do" where he will protest a couple things to show that he's different from other rappers who just rap about cars, money and women.

Then there are some of the so-called alternative rock songs:

I was so wrong,
I screwed up bad,
You were the best
I ever had.

I'm not really sorry
But I can't cook or clean
Or do anything for myself,
So please accept my apology.

One thing,
To say,
Three words,
For you.

You put up with all my garbage,
All my mental issues,
And all my emotional problems.

I'm really a big bucking looser,
I have nothing to offer anybody,
But you stick with me anyway,
You stupid girl.

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