Rock Star

I've mentioned before in this blog that I don't have a CD player in the car I usually drive, so I have my programmed radio stations that cover pretty much every station I would possibly, remotely listen to.

On Alice (105.9 FM), they play that damn "Rock Star" song by Nickelback every hour, it seems like. I've heard bits and pieces of it so many times that I think I could sing the whole damn thing with no problem. I've listened to it all the way through once, maybe.

I suspect the song is an attempt at sarcasm, but Nickelback isn't as skilled as, say, Andre 3000 (I still get a kick out of listening to "Hey Ya" -- particularly the part where he says, "Y'all don't wanna hear me, you just wanna dance," because it's true. That song got so much radio play and I don't think 95 percent of the people singing along had any clue what they were singing). But unlike Outkast's music, I actively resent "Rock Star."

Because guess what? I DON'T want to be a big rock star, live in a hilltop house with fifteen cars, a bathroom I can play baseball in and a house on Cribs and all of that other tripe they discuss. I understand, with their references to golddiggers and drug abuse, that Nickelback is making a statement about the inanity of celebrity life. Or something. But really, it sounds more like glorification than condemnation, and I doubt there are many listeners out there who are applying critical thinking to their Nickelback.

Can't someone sing about the dissolution of the ego for a change?