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I’m Sure One of You Knows Title-Appropriate Rap Lyrics, and That Makes Me Sad

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Call me a farmgirl, but something that still doesn’t make sense to me after five and a half years in New York City is people rapping along to their iPods. It seems like once you know the words, rapping takes basically no talent. Rhythm is important, sure, but anybody with functioning vocal cords can talk along to the beat.

I don’t exactly “get” anyone who makes audible noises on the train or the sidewalk, but I can at least appreciate someone singing along to quote-unquote real music, like the guy covering a Marvin Gaye song on the 7 the other night so low and sweet I’m not sure anyone else heard him. But I always wonder if maybe there’s an alternate universe where men all over the city are scoring girls based on their talking skills.

I Need a Music Video

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I kind of assume no one’s watching “Saturday Night Live” anymore except when Jesse Eisenberg‘s hosting, so you probably missed this quietly hilarious digital short from Andy Samburg and the Lonely Island boys that’s been stuck in my head all week:

I know that a lot of you get really tickled by turns of phrase like I do, and this one just doesn’t stop being funny to me:

I just had sex
And it felt so good
A woman let me put my penis inside her

I just had sex
And I’ll never go back
To the not-having-sex ways of the past

Plus, the whole singing-on-the-roof of 30 Rock (where Kamran works!) with the Empire State Building in the background thing really appeals to me in how singularly New Yorky it is. Even usually-dumb Akon adds to it with his leather pants! I want to do that, too! To PJ Harvey’s “You Said Something“, obviously. I would of course have some scenes in the light room up there, though (if it even still exists):

Top of the Rock Target Light Room
Look how young we are!

Top of the Rock Target Light Room
And how much better-looking Kamran is now!

All I need is the leather pants.

80s Costume

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So far, my “80s costume” has been referred to three times today, starting with Kamran making fun of me at 8:30 a.m., leading to my friend Jack stopping mid-conversation and asking me why I’m dressed like this at 11 a.m., and culminating in my friend Nik questioning during lunch, “Has anyone made fun of Katie’s outfit yet today? Okay, good.”

I blame the fact that Pandora keeps playing “Safety Dance” for me:

I know people were trying to bring back the 90s recently, but seriously, give me a fake Members Only jacket or give me death.

Butt Clouds in Candyland

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All summer long, all I heard was that Katy Perry’s “California Gurls” was THE song of the summer.

Now, THE song (and video, oh, the video) of the summer for me was The Knife’s “Pass This On” (oh, I’m tearing up at its amazingness even now), but I understand that my tastes don’t coincide with the rest of America’s except where that one Justin Bieber song is concerned.

So I didn’t hear the Katy Perry song until last week in the gym. And I was like, “THIS is the song everyone thinks is so catchy?” I’ve heard it three times at this point, and I couldn’t tell you how a bit of it goes literally to save my life.

But then at my bowling team’s match this weekend, the video played on one of the monitors while I was in the midst of bowling the best game of my life, and I was shocked to see how cute it is. In fact, if I ever made a music video, that’s almost exactly how I’d want it to look. That’s how I want my life to look.

Especially the part where I always have a little cloud on my butt.

Music and the Early Days of the Internet

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This morning, my best friend, Tracey, sent me this:


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Can you imagine all the sob stories we’ll tell our children when it comes to music pre-Internet? Like how for years, I thought the lyrics to The Bellamy Brothers’ “If I Said You Had A Beautiful Body” were “if I said you had a beautiful bonnet, would you hold it against me?”, and I wondered why anyone would be offended by a friendly hat-related compliment.

And what about music not pre-Internet but pre-AWESOME-Internet? I remember hearing The Connells’ “’74-’75” on the radio in high school and thinking it was mind-blowing, but of course Google didn’t exist then, so I couldn’t find the song using the three or four words I knew. I had to actually call the radio station to ask.

And even better, when Tracey and I were in high school, Bush’s album Razorblade Suitcase came out, and we were dying to know the lyrics to “Insect Kin“, so we taped their “Saturday Night Live” performance on her VCR and sat watching and pausing, watching and pausing, writing down the lyrics from the closed captioning. AMAZING.

It’s funny how looking back, that seems so romantic. It seems like music really mattered back then, because bands actually had to have a whole album’s worth of material before they were allowed to record one, and we actually had to buy that music–or record it with our VCRs–to hear the song we liked whenever we wanted to.

I’m not really complaining, because I love being able to call that Justin Bieber song up on MySpace whenever I want to and not feel bad about it because I’m not contributing any money to his freaky fame, but still.