Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Seen at the Gym

Insomnia strikes, so:

1. ESPN leaves OU women's game to show Maryland-Georgetown yawner. New slogan suggestion is "ESPN: Worldwide Leader in Bite Me."

2. Eliot Spitzer interviews Bill Maher about U.S. military action in Libya. Wait, what? Coming up next: The grinning cymbal monkey finds out what Kathy Griffin thinks about the earthquake and tsunami in Japan in tonight's edition of In the Arena With Eliot Spitzer and Bitter, Unfunny People Who We Still Call Comedians Because We Don't Want to Hurt Their Feelings, and By the Way, Kathleen Parker's Looking Smarter Every Day This Show Stays on the Air.

3. Update piece on one of the news channels about teenager Rebecca Black's viral video song "Friday," which everybody watches on YouTube so they can say how much they hate it and then buys it on iTunes so they can say how awful it is. All of the bashing could make this kid plenty rich, and she says she'll donate proceeds to Japanese disaster relief and school arts programs. The song is pretty silly and annoying, but "worst song ever," as so many say? The pop music industry has inflicted on the world Biz Markie's "Just a Friend," Right Said Fred's "I'm Too Sexy," Pat Boonified versions of "Ain't That a Shame," "Long Tall Sally" and "Tutti-Frutti" and three entire albums by William Hung. Not to mention albums by numerous non-singing teen-idols and Paris Hilton.  So young Miss Black has got a long long way to before she's even close to "worst song ever," and a significant number of folks might consider lightening up about teen pop songs, lest their own music collections from that era of their lives be explored a little more closely than they'd like.

2 comments:

CGHill said...

I admit to having lots of songs on my music shelf way worse than "Friday," which is at least catchy, unlike the ten-minute epics about Man's Inhumanity to Man that some folks on the far side of Jackson Browne think we need on the radio.

Friar said...

Or some of the experimental aural noodlings that get released with pretentious, classical-music sounding names designed to hide the fact that we're listening to seven minutes of what happens after they fall asleep face-first on the synth keyboard.