Since I couldn't listen to the example TSwift songs on my phone- We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together is exactly what happens when Call Me Maybe is a worldwide hit. At this point, techno (in the broad sense) has essentially infiltrated every aspect of popular music. I'm not exactly sure what to make of it.
See, Canada's good at one thing: producing world-famous shitty musicians. Everyone knows Celine Dion, Justin Bieber, Carly Rae Jepsen, Nickelback, Avril Lavigne... but when I tell people that I went to go see a Leslie Feist concert, fuckin' nobody (not even the Canadians I work with!) knows what I'm on about. Carly Rae Jepsen finished third in some season of Canadian Idol a few years ago. Third. If there was ever a divine sign that you should not pursue a career in music, it would be finishing third in Canadian Idol. BUT NO.
Seriously, I don't listen to her, but I'd wager most informed music fans have at least heard of Feist. And not winning a singing competition you are in definitely defines you as an artist. That hack Jennifer Hudson couldn't even finish in the top 5 of American Idol her season.
People just like shitty music. Like, whenever I tell people how much I love a Prince Nelson song, they always look at me like they have no idea what I'm talking about.
I'm posting this from my phone, in my garage. Why? Because I locked myself out of my house while in the garage... Goddamn doorknobs that can open without being unlocked. Definitely going to need a drink once my wife here's home to let me in. Also, note to self: hide front door key in garage. Edit: Woooo! Back in the house! Drink time, followed by sushi and sake! Cheers!
See, if you had just said "Feist", I'd have known you're talking about the girl from the iPod commercials. 1 2 3 4 and such. Throwing the Leslie in front just confused me.
I fully understand that the following can be considered treason for a white American, but, from the bottom of my heart, I fucking hate Bruce Springsteen.
I just had my first non-rancid Paulaner Oktoberfest of the year. Nothing can bring me down except maybe airborne AIDS. Now to go drink Schnapps and call someone a "pair of fucktits." Yes. Yes, this is good. But not as good as this idiot chugging an entire bottle of rotgut tequila from a bowl:
I did not know who Taylor Swift was until I read this thread. Holy shit. I mean, I had heard the name before, and associated it with music, but I thought she and Hannah Montana were the same person. But I don't even really know what Hannah Montana is either. Teeny hopper shit right? Billy Ray Cyrus' kid right? How old are you people and what do you do for a living where you have time to develop an opinion on this stuff?
Yeah I got tired of that one a while ago. Unless you saw a for real native American Indian no modifier is needed.
Walking up the stairs of the subway just now, my brain entirely short-circuited and I face-planted out of nowhere. I didn't trip or slip. I just completely forgot how to walk up stairs. I distinctly remember thinking "Wait, what?" as my leg was mid-air going for the next step and then I was in a heap with a lot of confused people trying to get around me. So, that was fun. I think it may have been due to the fact that I basically only consumed coffee today. Something has been off about me all week, though. Not sure what's going on, but I hope I'm not getting sick. I was not ready at all to take on the world when I woke up this morning, and the only thing that has been getting me through the day is the promise of the Halloween Dog Parade tomorrow, which is the highlight of my year. I can't wait.