Back by popular demand, I present you with my ramblings.
So on my commute from Ruston to Shreveport, I get stalled in traffic for at least 30 minutes, which is frustrating enough, but what’s more is while I’m listening to something in my car, I recognize Flo’ Rida’s “Low” coming from a car in front of me. With my windows up. Now, I respect rap , but it’s amazing some of the crap that gets passed as a platinum hit these days. Now if you’re unfamiliar with the song, the lyrics go something like this:
“Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with da straps [With da straps]
She turned around and gave dat big booty a smack
She hit the flo
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low”
I’ll be the first to say that besides a girl slapping her own ass and presenting herself sexually, this song has no meaning. I really don’t know what’s worse, the rhyme scheme of this song, the awesome grammar, or the straight up objectification of women. Now to think that “Flo Rida” probably has a 6th grade education and is making millions is just amazing. With some computer synthesized beats, he just made more money off that song than I’ll ever see in decades to come. That’s depressing. I guess he’s doing society a favor by making every middle school girl want to get out there and become a quality woman though right? So what can we do to avoid being swept into the mindlessness of the nation’s number one song? Have some decent taste in music and appreciate the work that gets put into making the real deal. Here’s an example from a raresong from Damien Rice called “Cross-Eyed Bear”. You can find it online if you look hard enough, or just check it out on YouTube.
The lyrics are as such:
“A half broken moon
Sooner than soon
I was up on your wall
Smaller than small
In a half-painted frame
The wood wouldn’t stain
I hope that reminds you
Of the part you couldn’t change in me”
He goes on to explain the underlying meaning of the lyrics and why he wrote the song in another live performance. Surprisingly, it’s not about some bimbo getting “low” for the simple pleasures of some club tard. Here’s what Rice has to say about his own work’s meaning.
“You live your life for whatever reason and whatever way that you live it, and then you get to a place where you look back at what you’ve been doing and realize that you haven’t been yourself at all and then at that moment you decide that you want to be honest and you want to be yourself and you want to change.”
It’s good to have your own taste in music, but come on guys. Not everything should be considered “music.”