OK, is this the worst piece of music writing ever?

that's just one of the most incredibly stupid and condescending bullshit pieces i've seen, shouldn't be surprised she writes for VVM too.

Chris Redfield 1 day ago in reply to Drrickey

Idiot. At 25 years of age, it is ENTIRELY LOGICAL to reason that our society is MORE DEGENERATE THAN EVER! I see it every day, ant its PAINFUL to witness other idiots like you insist "Wrong"

When I was young THE NATIONS YOUTH DANCED TO THE MACARANA (innocent), Today children know the lyrics, the dance/song to GANGSTER RAP (soldier boy, little wayne)- If you think this is an exaggeration, if you think this has no affect on our society- YOU NEED TO OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES.

When I was young THE NATIONS YOUTH DANCED TO THE MACARANA (innocent)

this is the most amazing comment ever

also I had never looked up a translation to The Macarena's lyrics before:

[Chorus:]
Give happiness to your body Macarena
'cause your body is for giving happiness and nice things to
Give happiness to your body Macarena
Heeey,... Macarena! Aaay!
(repeat once)

Macarena has a boyfriened who's called
who's called the last name Vitorino,
and while he was taking his oath as a conscript
she was giving it to two friends ...Aaay!
(repeat once)

(Chorus)

Macarena , Macarena , Macarena
you're popular the summers in Marbella
Macarena , Macarena , Macarena
you like the guerilla excesses ...Aaay!
(repeat once)

(Chorus)

Macarena dreams of the English Tailor*
and buys the latest models
She would like living in New York
and seduce a new boyfriend... Aaay!
(repeat once)

(Chorus)
http://lyricstranslate.com
http://lyricstranslate.com

xpost Seconding that, holy jeez.

YOU NEED TO ROLL YOUR DAMN EYES

everyone should end everything with YOU NEED TO OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES.

Macarena has a boyfriened who's called
who's called the last name Vitorino,
and while he was taking his oath as a conscript
she was giving it to two friends ...Aaay!

this does not sound innocent at all!!!

*blanches, fans self desperately*

You're an idiot. Any intelligent, college-educated woman knows Camille Paglia or should. Oh, I guess you are vapid too because someone told you to jsut stand there and be a girl. Wouldn't want you to create any controversy, let women have jobs, etc. Those two singing twits wouldn't be on stages now if not for strong women and feminists paving the way and instead they give away all their power as corporate shills. Women like YOU don't even know the difference, you foolish, TV babies! By the way, Katy Perry and Taylor Swift do not make MUSIC. They are performers and controlled dolls. End of story.

mixed signals there

haha that is terrible in exactly the opposite direction

that one is totes snl drunk girl at a party

Seems like Swift's ever-massing target audience identify with Swift as somebody bursting out of the cocoon, fighting the good and necessary fight as each and every girl-to-woman does, regardless of Feminism-per-se's landmark victories. Paglia and her critic should see this as the obvious pitch, whether they like the songs or not. Dunno wtf deal is w Perry.

she has a dazzling smile

Oof, that "The only catch?" followed hard by an "And here's the thing" in the unnecessary takedown of the unnecessary Camilia Paglia takedown. I hate that "it's just us talking over coffee" type writing.

― brio, Friday, December 7, 2012 2:30 PM (1 hour ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

otm otm otm otmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

stealing this dn before anyone else i hope

the kid mero hate in here is totally rong

^^^^

you know what, i'm gonna do that one two, we all should
in protest of the way people used to be

also, show me a piece by mero that has some merit?

Was Mero behind the fake Ghostface blog from a few years ago?

no, Big Ghostfase ripped off Mero's schtick

also, show me a piece by mero that has some merit?

― THE NATIONS YOUTH DANCED TO THE MACARANA (innocent) (forksclovetofu), Saturday, December 8, 2012 1:07 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark

@THEKIDMERO

i don't remember saying that

tbh im p tired of his schtick too. i did like his response to this tho

http://victory-light.blogspot.com/2012/07/top-ten-reasons-this-guy-needs-to-gtfoh.html

the internet is so fucking full of so many of these identical contrived UNFILTERED ALL CAPS WILD MAN "personalities" and he's not even one of the more redeemable ones. even old school ilx troll Elli$ was funnier.

none of you guys like sports, which is another hurdle before you can love the kid mero

i dunno something like chris ryan's old "chauncey billups" blog could be wildly entertaining to me even when i had to google a lot of the sports stuff to understand it

oh i just mean his twitter account is the best when he's tweeting about sports

billups blog was kinda the OG tho, that shit was great

the all caps shit is dead, imo

basically never funny

seriously

uh i like sports

http://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1111/criq.12001/full

I die each time I hear this sound: Getting dumped and the pop song

I don't know whether to copy-paste this whole thing or just highlights but fyi it starts with Nick Hornby

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Other songs are angrier, raging against the dumper, but still indicative of a dumpee with a profoundly unhealed heart. ‘Damn your love, damn your lies’, sings Stevie Nicks on Fleetwood Mac's ‘The Chain’ (1977). ‘Song for the Dumped’ (1997) by Ben Folds Five, similarly bitter, is dominated by its chorus:

Well fuck you too
Give me my money back
Give me my money back
You bitch
I want my money back
(And don't forget to give me back my black T-shirt)
Wrathful, obsessing over infuriating details, the song is directed at the dumper but dedicated (it's ‘Song for the Dumped’, after all) to the mass of the similarly dumped. I understand, the dumped call back; what a bitch! Other angry songs rail against the ex's new lover. ‘There are two people here’, Todd Trainer of post-hardcore band Shellac screams in their 2000 song ‘Prayer to God’, ‘and I want you to kill them’. The song aims its rage mostly at the new guy: ‘Fucking kill him, fucking kill him/ Kill him already, kill him’ is the refrain, cathartic and angry and totally heartbroken. These are songs for wallowing in and for shouting along to.

The angry song turned inside out becomes the I'm moving on song: singing as hopeful self-help. These songs often accompany a montage of post-dumping recuperation in a certain kind of rom-com. After being dumped yet again, Bridget Jones, for example, declares that ‘This time […] I choose vodka, and Chaka Khan’.[41] These are songs to rally to, summon your friends to, to help you forget you were ever in love in the first place. The apotheosis of the I'm moving on song is, of course, Gloria Gaynor's ‘I Will Survive’ (1978). Gaynor's lover ‘tried to hurt me with goodbye’. ‘It took all the strength I had not to fall apart’, she sings. ‘Kept tryin’ hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart’. But after ‘oh so many nights just feeling sorry for myself’ she started to think about ‘how you did me wrong’: she ‘grew strong’, and blossomed into the heroine of a disco classic.

Our appetite for these songs shows no signs of waning; in fact, we seem to need these songs more and more. A recent study analysing trends in pop music over the last fifty years has concluded that songs are getting sadder: slower, longer, more often in a minor key.[49] The lyrics have become ‘more self-focused and negative’, and the music ‘sadder-sounding and more emotionally ambiguous’, wrote the article's authors, a psychologist and a sociologist.[50] We have more misery in music than ever before. The sad song, the ‘dump’ that Nicholas Udall used in the sixteenth century to describe a heavy heart, has come back to life in the brokenhearted pop song.

It was pop music that both reflected and created the experience of the 1950s adolescent, and continues to score our romantic lives. The teenager arrived at the same time as the idea of being dumped, and the adolescent dating practices of the mid century have endured: the term ‘going steady’ may not be used these days but the model of having more than one serious relationship is the Western norm. We assume the experience, the relationship, will be repeated: and if there are to be multiple such relationships they necessarily have to end, perhaps in graceless break-up by dumping.

In its intensity, but also its disposability, the pop song reflects this string of heartbreaks that we all expect to have. And yet, for all its swooning brokenheartedness, pop retains the ideal of the one true love. In its happier moments pop music promises that the cycle of falling in love and falling out of it again will eventually end, that there'll be a happy ever after. At the end of High Fidelity, Rob is back with his girlfriend Laura. He's decided to commit to the woman he loves, and it seems as though his days of being dumped are over. He begins to compile a mixtape for her: a profoundly adolescent gesture, but at least the tape is ‘full of stuff she's heard of, and full of stuff she'd play’.[51] In the film version, we get to listen in to one of the tracks on the tape: Stevie Wonder's ‘I Believe’ (1972), a song that bemoans lost love (‘Life began, then was done’) at the same time as it hopes that this new relationship will be one to last. ‘I believe’, sings Stevie, ‘when I fall in love this time it will be for ever.’ That ‘this time’ may contain within it the hint of a ‘next time’, but pop music remains endlessly, repetitively hopeful that ‘this time’ it's going to work out. If not, though, we'll press play once more and do it, all of it, all over again.

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i couldn't even read the annotated version.

I keep on meaning to start a blog for the free mag 'Brighton Unsigned'. If you think you've seen bad writing, I'm afraid you ain't seen nothin' yet.

Do provide a sample.

Seriously, it is amazing.

Hope Rudd was up next to play another solo artist to carry on the chilled theme from Newsham but she wasn't something that was quite expected. With the help of new fangled equipment at her feet, all of a sudden, what she was playing on the guitar was still playing and she was playing a different riff. With the sound of more than one person playing and the sight of one person is something that took a bit of getting used to. However, it was done brilliantly. It turns out that when a riff was played, it was temporarily recorded to harmonize with what was being played currently. Hope wasn't short of confidence either: coming across as a happy soul, she shares a few jokes and stories behind some of her songs, showing her willingness to involve the audience to be with her.

I transcribed that myself but it is entirely as printed. Sic sic sic.

Is that a google translation?

The bassist from Attack Attack! used a loop pedal, huh?

Thomp, where did you come across that article? Is that what a typical critical studies grad student (surely not a professor) is like?

I honestly get so much joy out of that review - she has a magic box! Oh my god!

That review is amazing. I am glad the reviewer got over her shock in time to "be with" the artist.

Or his shock

Our local paper would often cover my club/gig nights in their listings but always always ALWAYS wrote the name of the night as "Rouge" instead of "Rogue", even when they were quoting an email that I'd sent them. Bloody journalists.

Mooge Rouge