John Fogerty's "Old Man Down the Road" is another one that annoys me. Seven syllables, two notes. Over and over again. The words change but melody and harmony are a constant, mind-numbing drone.
And Bruce Springsteen's "Born in the USA"--gack. Six notes. Over and over again. It's not a song; it's an intro that's been stretched beyond all reason into a song. "Damn, all I got is the intro: DAH, DAH DUH DUH DAH DAH!" "Great, Brucie, Sweetheart! No problem! Just make that the song!" "Now, why didn't I think of that?" *sigh*
It's not that I dislike repetition so much. Done correctly I even like it. America's "Horse With No Name" is an old favorite of mine; but even though the song is basically two chords, the lyrics take center stage and the guitar just accompanies the singer. The chorus breaks up the monotony of the harmony, too, which also helps, and it's more than a few words long (two couplets plus the "la la la" part).
Techno is highly repetitive, too; but the tone of the music changes as the artist does this and that and the other thing, adding something here, modulating another thing, etc. The end result is a sound which evolves, a kind of pseudo-impressionism, IMHO. Done correctly, it's fantastic stuff. Done wrong, it's a droning bludgeon which makes you wish for the release of death, of course.
Rap--I can't stand the stuff; there are some two or three rap songs in the world that I actively like, and one of them is a parody song done by a friend in 1986. Most of the stuff is repetetive; the stuff that isn't has other problems.
I once heard a rap song, every line of which ended with the word "motherfucker". That's great: not only can't you pick rhymes worth a shit, but you make the song irredeemably coarse, ensuring it will never be played on the radio. (Thank you for that last, by the way.)
There's a currently-popular song which says, every other line, "Damn, that's hot". Blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah, damn, that's hot. Over and over again. We get it. Shut the fuck up already.
The people who think that rap stars are talented should listen to the opening theme of Lucky Star. The song is partly rapped, in Japanese, at about Mach 9. And it's done by voice actresses. There isn't a "gangsta rap" star on the planet that can machine-gun syllables like those Japanese women do--and they're not even recording stars.
And while we're on the subject, someone peridocally intoning "Ohhhh!" is not providing backup vocals. (I thought they should expand and use the other vowels too, until I tried it. "Aaaay!" No, too much like the Fonz. "Eeeee!" No, that sounds like you saw a mouse. "Iiiiii!" is too egotistic, and "Uuuuuu!" sounds like a bad stomachache, so I guess "Ohhh!" will have to do.)
Another wonder is this song with the chorus "Boom boom boom let's go back to my room/so we can do it all night/and you can make me feel right".
Okay, first off, "boom boom boom"? What the fuck is that about? "So we can do it all night"? Dude, if you're a typical guy, you'll go about ten minutes and fall asleep. "And you can make me feel right"--what about her, dude?
But I'm over-analyzing again. It's not supposed to make sense; it's just supposed to be about getting laid.
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This entire post is a digression from my originally-intended topic, and if I wasn't feeling so lazy I would find a way to finish it and do another post about what I intended to write about. But part of the freedom of blogging is being able to be your own editor, so F it.
It was a mistake even to start out with that subject, though, because I hear that stupid song ("Should I...?" I mean) about once per week at work, and it's so freaking stupid it makes my entire nervous system hurt.
I was, in fact, thinking about some subjects I typically avoid talking about here. I don't usually discuss asinine things that friends and/or family members do, because I usually decide that whatever benefits I would gain from venting in public wouldn't be worth the BS I'd have to put up with later.
'Way back at the beginning--before I even numbered entries--I wrote this entry on something a former Japanese pen-friend had done. I was annoyed at what she did, and how she did it, and vented about it on-line. Repercussions? Well, I never heard another word from her. Net difference: zero point zero zero. But it was instructive.
Generally speaking, I know better anyway.
But of late a couple issues have arisen which annoy me, and I find myself repeatedly tempted to blog about them, because they're really annoying. Part of me says, "Fuck 'em, just talk about it." The other part says, "No, be a good guy."
I can be consistently relied upon to take the high road. That may be a weakness as well as a strength.
Sometimes, though, the desire to take the high road stems from a desire merely to show the other person up: "See, you're a douchebag, but I'm doing the right thing anyway because I'm not like you." And it rarely is so perfectly parallel as it is in the most recent case, which I haven't decided to talk about or not; and I haven't even decided what I'm going to do with the situation yet, either.
At that point, what am I doing? The right thing for the wrong reason, is that good or bad?
So I haven't done anything yet; and I need to fire up the old computer and check some things out before I really make up my mind.
But I'm pretty sure I'd be doing the right thing for the wrong reason, and something bothers me about that. So I guess we'll see.