I make fun of a poor, teenage-angst-y song.
Today I had to drive my mother’s car because someone broke into my car on Wednesday and completely fucked up the steering column. She doesn’t ever have cds in her car, so I had to listen to the radio. All the stations I normally listen to were on commercial break, so I channel flipped until I found one with a song playing (it was the teeny-bopper station that only plays pop music).
Hee! Have you heard the song “Welcome to My Life”? (Lyrics available here.) It is absolutely hysterical! You know those angst-y songs you wrote when you were a teenager about how misunderstood you were and how no one could understand how very hard your life was?
Well, some record executive said, “That’s great, guys! Let’s put it on your cd.” And then actually released it on the radio! It’s so sad.
Shall we include an excerpt? Oh, let’s shall.
“No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me.”
Okay, dude? Everyone in the entire world who is older than 19 has been a teenager at some point. WE ALL FELT LIKE THAT. So don’t be all, “No one understands me… boo hoo.” Everyone went through that. We just didn’t record an awful angst-y song and then release it for radio play. In about 3 years everyone in that band is going to be ashamed to have released that song (not to have written it, though. Hell, everyone writes them, but you keep the songs under lock and key so no-one has to endure reading or listening to them). Because they are that lame. And this is a textbook example. Especially with their lame, high-pitched, pseudo-punk sound. Gah.
I’m sorry, guys, but you just lost any street-cred you had.
Speaking of street cred, the hip-hop song that came on right after “Welcome to My Life”? (I found another station after the start of this song.)
Okay: scene.
Beat. Normal hip-hoppy type music. Artist doing same old “uh. UH.” thing that they always do at the beginning of hip-hop songs. Then he says, “uh. Ding-a-ling. uh.”
DUDE! Ding-a-ling is soooooo not thug. I assume he or she is a collaborator on the song, because that is what you do at the beginning, say people’s pseudonyms, but really. That’s really bad. Ding-a-ling. So not a cool word.
I mean, I would say it all the time. But I don’t want to be or profess to be cool. You? Are a rapper. Rappers have to be cool. And with that one hyphenated word… your street-cred is gone.
In other non-cool news, I’m knitting a scarf!
That is all.
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