Almost seven years ago, this song reintroduced Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ce soir)? back into pop culture. Sure, it’s probably gone again, ‘cuz y’know, all these kids, with their short attention spans and stuff…
How have the fair Ladies of Marmalade, um, fared since? I’ve devised this nice pictograph to illustrate. Hopefully you’ve brushed up on your French!
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Last night while playing “Call of Duty 4,” I was leaning over the ventilation, um, vent at my friend’s house. My hair was blowing , but I was so into the game, I didn’t notice it until my friends started singing the Isley Brothers’ “Who’s That Lady” like in that old shampoo commercial.
This is not the shampoo commercial, but it does beg the song’s titular question:
While driving home, I passed the local hookah spot and saw a truck with no headlights on. I wanted to flash my headlights to let them know, but I wondered if that old urban legend was still in effect. You know the one: gangbangers drive around with their lights off, targeting anyone who flashes them. This made me think of that crappy movie “Urban Legend,” and how it opened with Natasha Gregson Wagner singing Bonnie Tyler’s “Total Eclipse of the Heart.” Except I think her legend was about the guy hiding in the backseat.
Here’s not a clip from that movie, but something much better (viva la apes!):
I also heard this song by Matt Nathanson, and it made me wonder if his lyrics at the 2:04 mark are in reference to this post:
The posts where I bitch about music never seem to go over too well, but since people aren’t always in the car with me when some annoying song comes on (and I often forget to bring it up later), I now have this forum to gripe. And gripe I will (my apologies if you don’t care, but press on because you may agree).
The theme for this short list is Annoying Repetition. Before you get in an uproar saying all music is repetitive, I’m talking more about the hooks that cycle throughout the song and seem to go nowhere fast. They feel incomplete and prod at the mind and soul and I’m being melodramatic. Songs can be super-repetitive and work. Take Green Day’s Brain Stew as a positive example.
But some songs set out to destroy ear drums. Mobile’s The Killer is the latest entry into the mix, and what ultimately prompted this disdainful account. (To note: I would have embedded the video if Universal wasn’t a bunch of douchenozzles.) Aside from the whining, winding musical arrangement, the “yeah-yeah’s” dispersed in the track make me think of Bono on “South Park” as he walks through a poor village singing “hello-hello” and “yeah-yeah” (it’s his special brand of helping).
I know there are other recent examples like Britney Spears’ Womanizer or tATu’s All the Things She Said, but they’re radio pop and to call it crap is an understatement. On the other hand, these kinds of songs are programmed to be catchy and get stuck in your head, and they do it quite well. Just the mere mention of the titles might cause earworms.
Before I go, I have two other odd entries: a couple songs of yesteryear that when I catch wind of them, they spiral me into a rage. One is John Mellencamp’s Wild Night and the other is 24 Gone’s Girl of Colours (video below). At least Shana Zadrick is in the Coug’s video. Too bad I didn’t know about her in the 90’s (I was in love with Laetitia Casta at the time.)
Ohmigod is she pointing at me?!
This is kind of old news, but if you haven’t heard about it – Hey! Hot off the press!
I heard the screeching mess that is Beyonce – er, I mean Sasha Fierce, grrrr – on the radio today, and it trudged up my Capra-esque rage on behalf of the little man. The screeching mess in question: “If I Were a Boy.” The little man in question: cutie BC Jean (pic from Crazed Hits).
SIDENOTE: You can hear her (original, better) version of the song on that site, or on her site which has a pretty cool piano interface (hee hee, interface… I don’t know what that’s means).
The source of my fury stems from a conspiracy that goes like this: producer Toby Gad co-wrote the song with BC, then he went behind BC’s back and sold it to Beyonce (I originally wrote Bitchonce, but you could see the flop it would have been… perhaps Bitchyonce? Buttyonce?) And since no one involved has mentioned anything further in the press, I assume BC was either fiscally compensated or fiscally threatened (see how I did that?) by tubby’s hubby, H.O.V.A.
The thing that I think makes me maddest is it doesn’t work! (You seriously have to listen to both versions to understand my upset) Beyonce is not a twenty-something MySpace girl! Some might say the lyrics apply to women from all walks of life. Others might say I just hate Beyonce. Mostly everybody would be right… mostly.
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