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holding it against britney (the death of music, that is)

i find that sometimes, the music industry just floods us with amazing incredible original music that just makes you realize that there's always hope for global music (read: "american music"). besides everyone thinks i never have any fun...yes, i love good music and often times most normal people would agree with music that i think is great. so here goes my small review:

thanks to mtv, i found out that miss britney spears has a new single out thats called "hold it against me". as with everything that is churned out by the shamelessly commercial britney machine, the hype was crazy. it was everywhere but noone could listen to it. it wasn't being played on tv but we would hear every minute about this great new single thats burning up the charts. as if that was not enough, kanye west had to give her additional airtime by stating on twitter that he knows her song will get to number one (she and rihanna are billboard number 1 perenials) but that she should allow him to reign for a while. or something like that.

so anyways, i finally listened to it. you know, for me songs are in three categories: the "its not great at first but it builds on you (like rihanna's "whats my name"), the "wow, absolutely fantastic the first time i hear it, but the headache starts on the third listen (like usher's "OMG") and the "now this is a damn classic (like when i first heard justin bieber's "Baby" or beyonce's "single ladies" or lady gaga's "poker face"). when i listened to britney's new single, i couldn't fit it into any existing category so i had to create one for it called the "what on earth is that absolute crap and who are the retarded monsters that actually buy this?" category. and y'all know i don't use bad language so hold it against britney...literally.

i was so peeved that i took to facebook to lament about how i had just lost 5 minutes of my life to britney, and realized within seconds that the feeling was widespread. i have a feeling thats my busstop off the "sample britney's new crap" train. infact, i went as far as saying that music was in a coma after that incident.

i'm pleased to say theres hope, cos i stumbled on three absolutely amazing songs that are all fresh, original, completely across the board fantastic and sensible. not oversexualized and actually sometimes downright danceable...diddy dirty-money (puff daddy's girl group) leads the pack with their absolutely amazing, out-of-africa, sing-to-the -high-heavens-with-your-tambourines single "I hate that you love me". y'all have to go on youtube for this one. thank me later. then there's Pink (who i think listens to my heartbeat when writing music) and her brilliant single "Fuckin' Perfect". as anyone knows by now, Pink is like me in three ways: "weird, unapologetic and happy about it". so live with the "f" word y'all and stop blushing so much. to round it out is my all-time favourite band of ALL TIME (i swear i've had all their albums from "elefunk" to "monkey business" to "the end" and now i'm gonna get "the beginning") the blackeyed peas with "The time".

seriously, these songs give me hope that in between albums from jay-z (which i am compelled to listen to by some inner force), i won't wither and shrivel and pass out listening to bubble gum songs like "whip my hair" by willow smith. seriously people.

i'm looking for new bands and songs to like so please let me know if you're listening to anything dope you'd like to review...i promise not to be too hard on your fave artiste. yeah right.

see y'all around peeps!

Comments

i am a jayz stan. i feel you on britney though
Ginger said…
Thank you for the music! Pink is one cool female. love her!

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