Saint Neil and The Music.

For those of you who know me, you know that my taste in music pretty much runs the gamut. I like Bach, I like Bachman Turner Overdrive, I like The Hip, I like 80s crap, and occasionally I’ll admit to liking (albeit briefly) stupid catchy modern pop/dance tripe, which is usually one of the few genre’s of music that I find generally intolerable. I just can’t stand all the posing and ‘Yo Yo Yo! Look at me! I’m a rapper/Pop star! I’m cool’ attitudes. Plus let’s face it, the music is shite.

I think that my unwritten requirements of what I consider good music are that you a) have to be able to play an instrument and play it well. I don’t care if you don’t do it all the time (aka Bono from U2 or Gord Downie from The Hip) but as long as you CAN play, that’s cool with me. Another rule is that you have to write your own material. If you aren’t capable of an original thought or feeling that you are unable to express lyrically by yourself then you shouldn’t be a musician. I don’t mind if you sing other people’s material now and then, but you need your own repetoire otherwise you suck.

Speaking of suckage… let’s talk about Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas, specifically the train wreck of a song called My Humps. I hate this song. It’s as fucking retarded as they come. Have you actually attempted to listen to the lyrics? Talk about objectifying and marginalizing women and promoting gold-digging and crap behaviour. If you haven’t heard the song, consider yourself lucky, because despite how shitty the damn song is, it’s a fucking earworm. It’ll get stuck in your head for days. Just ask Captain America.

Thankfully I’ve managed to find the anti-earworm version of the song. Alanis has done a cover video/song version of it and posted it up on YouTube. It’s a good parody because it allows you to actually hear the lyrics for the misogynistic crap that they are. While I’m not the biggest fan of Alanis’ music, I do respect her sense of style and I think she hits the nail on the head with this one.

Enjoy.

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In other amusing April Fool’s news, Neil has been sainted. So from now on I shall refer to him as Saint Neil rather than The Neil.

So say we all!