Tuesday, 2 February 2010

Clare Short marries Jordan and Alex Reid in Haiti*

* = have you heard of SEO? It's all about cramming relevant facts into the headline. We're taking it to a slightly new (ridiculous) level...

It pains me, it really does. I wake up in the morning and I think to myself, "I really should write something on that blog..."
And then I roll over and think about it and drift off to sleep.

Well, not really.

I spent so much time building this little thing up, writing it and caring for it. It's a bit like watching a plant in the garden wilt and slowly die.

There is something that I am working on and enjoying it, even though at the moment it's in need of updating...


And no, it's not pictures of willies.

I have taken a really cool picture which I can't wait to upload. If only I could find the lead that attaches the camera to the laptop. Bollocks...

Oh, I'm sorry but where did 2009 go?

And - can you believe that it's already nearly February?

Can we talk about music for just one second. In particular, one song...

When I hear the first few notes of the tune my back teeth start to ache, like when you bite into ice cream.

I'm going to type the first few words for you and perhaps you will scream and run to the dance floor in some sort of twee mock excitement.

Or you could do what I do and battle to keep your dinner down. You ready?

"I gotta feeling. That tonight's gonna be a good night..." Oh god.

You know how the rest goes... "Too nize the night. Let's live it uh" etc.

I've tried to pin down exactly what it is that makes me loathe the song so intensly and I think the reason is that it's too contrived.

There are other songs like it;
Chumbawumba - Tubthumping
Lou Bega - Mambo No. 5
Baha Men - Who Let The Dogs Out

Those are songs that, at the time, everyone thought were fabulously hip but were actually just destined to become a disco filler at weddings when the drunk dads in suits stagger about the dance floor.

"I Gotta Feeling" is just as bad as the rest of them. It's safe. Contrived. Phony. It's a bumper sticker of a song. It's like the "joke" that the presenter's sidekick tells in the morning on the radio.
It's the FW: FW: email that contains some lame quote about ambition and destiny.

I don't think I'm being sufficiently rude enough. Although, why have I decided to attack it now?

Murphy's Law dictates that as soon as you cultivate an intense dislike for a piece of music, you will then hear it as often as possible - gym, radio, shopping centre...

I think it's quite enough for one day.


Gabriel said...

love your tumblr concept its mighty awesome! a space for multimedia nice....

Jake said...

I am loving Year of Cox, some of the pics are amazing, you should see about an exhibit!

I especially like Day 25, find it really sexy!!

Your photos have such a lush look to them, they look like real 'art'.

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