Friday, June 17, 2005
I repent, here and now. This isn't mere confession, my friends, this is actual repentance - as in, I won't do it any more. For the second or third time last night I watched the TV show called Hit Me Baby One More Time, in which singers/bands who had a moment or two in the spotlight get a chance for a comeback. Horrible. Really, really bad. Cheesy host, bad production, fake enthusiasm from the live audience of extras. And then there's the music. The shows I've seen have featured Wang Chung, Tommy Tutone, The Knack, and other people I had never heard of doing songs I wished I hadn't heard of. I have experienced the consequences of my sin. This morning I woke up hearing Cameo singing in my head:
"Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance quick mama,
Come on baby, tell me, what's the word, the word up?
Everybody says, when you hear the call you've got to get it underway,
Word up . . ." Please accept my apology if you too have those words in your head about six hours from now.
In a related note of musical trainwrecks, I heard a radio interview a couple weeks ago of Paul Anka. He's promoting his new album in which he does big band cover tunes of popular music. Soundgarden's
Black Hole Sun was marginally acceptable, but Nirvana's
Smells Like Teen Spirit? Someone wake me up and tell me that didn't really happen.
