I am such a radio snob. Currently, I have a select few radio stations I listen to: 101.5FM, the independent radio station in Denver; 1390AM, Denver/Boulder's community radio station; and 1190AM, the University of Colorado's student radio station.
It's gotten to the point where if I hear too many commercials, I just change the dial. One of the worst offenders in this state for that is 106.7FM, the "alternative" radio station -- basically they play a bunch of hard rock, some of it good, most of it crappy. And about half their air time is dedicated either toward advertising or misogynistic "funny" talk by the show hosts. Both the AM stations I listen to play a very wide range of music; it's almost like a scavenger hunt to tune into those, because you really never know what you're going to hear.
And the friend who inspired my previous blog on changing relationships just invited me to be a fan of Afro Connection on Facebook. I'm sure it was a mass invite to all her friends, because she already knows that I think Afro Connection is one of the worst hip-hop groups I've ever heard in my LIFE. (Yes. THAT bad.)
It's one thing to toss my friendship aside as though it's nothing special or valuable. It's another thing altogether to insult my intelligence and musical taste. The first might be forgivable one day. The second ... well. I just don't know if I can ever look past that transgression, that's all.
Showing posts with label crappy music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crappy music. Show all posts
Friday, June 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
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?
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?
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