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This Week in Janice: Reader Feedback

11 May

I have three backlogged posts, one featuring Janice, one featuring Marc, and one featuring a new character who has known me longer, and better, than pretty much anyone. (Well, except Janice.) Marc and Molly are being all cranky about not having his Either/Ors up yet—in fact, earlier this evening I received a very graphic text message regarding the source of my recent blog-laziness, to which I took great offense—but you know what? I spent all day today hungover volunteering at a soup kitchen and there’s not a damn thing they can do about it. I thought about posting Marc’s stuff, but then I received these two emails from Janice and they were too good, I had to put them up ASAP. Sorry, Marc. You still have to wait. Maybe tomorrow.

Background: Before she got old, my mom was really into music. She loved Jimi Hendrix and Pearl Jam and anything featuring a lot of electric guitar. When I was six, I told her I liked the Beatles so she bought me “Revolver.” When I was 11, she came home with Liz Phair and They Might Be Giants CDs because she’d read an article about how they were the “it” bands played on college radio stations. One could argue that it’s inappropriate to give a 6th grader an album that contains a song called “Fuck and Run,” but then one clearly doesn’t know my mother.

To this day, I’m missing two Wilco albums because she stole them.

Janice gets her make-up done

Janice gets her make-up done

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She’s a Lady

22 Apr

So I’m trying to make a mix CD for the Timeys (What? Do you and your co-workers not pour your hearts out to each other in the form of hand-selected mix tapes? Oh.) but I can’t because every song I listen to just sounds like Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face.”

Um, you've got a little something under your eye...

Um, you've got a little something under your eye...

I really like pop music. I don’t mean Top 40, although that can be good sometimes—Beyonce’s “Ring the Alarm” is arguably the best female pop song of the past 15 years—I just mean pop music in general. You know, anything that is a short, rhythmic, and tasty; the musical equivalent of eating a cheeseburger. The early Beatles were pop. So were the Supremes. M.I.A. is guerilla pop. Kanye West is rap pop. Le Tigre is I-hate-men punk pop. Peaches is sex pop. David Bowie wasn’t pop except for sometimes, when he was. Anyway, my point is that a lot of songs are pop songs. The term is vague and all-encompasing; to call someone “pop” is not an insult. I mean, look at Beyonce and her “my robot hand needs a wedding ring” anthem. That whole performance, from the beat to the dance routine, nothing short of amazing.
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