Tag Archives: Music

The OFFICIAL (unofficial) song of summer

16 Jun

Only because I haven’t bothered to mention it here yet:

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Fuse’s Sexy Fail

28 Feb

In between being very social and also very productive today, we somehow found the time to watch Fuse’s 40 Sexiest Music Videos.  Hmmm.  Anyway, after a random sampling, we felt the need to blog about their video selection. Something is very, very wrong at Fuse. One of three things is happening here.

1. No one watched these videos before they aired.

2.  Fuse only owns the rights to, like, 60 music videos, so they had limited options.

3.  The definition of “sexy” has recently changed and no one bothered to tell us.

When we first started watching the show, Fionna Apple’s Criminal was on, in the #19 spot.  “Nice,” thought we.  “This is definitely one of the sexiest music videos.”  We prepared for some serious action.  And then the next one was Miss Independent by Ne-Yo.  There’s nothing wrong with the video and we like his hat, it just isn’t one of the SEXIEST VIDEOS EVER.  Which, I think, is the point here?  No one’s condoning overly-sexy music videos, not at all.  But if you are going to do a countdown, do a countdown.  And nothing by John Mayer should be on it.  Here’s our breakdown of what we saw, and what sexy means according to Fuse. Continue reading

Michael Jackson: Gone Too Soon

26 Jun
R.I.P. (P.Y.T.)

R.I.P. (P.Y.T.)

We know this is a confusing and difficult time for many of our readers, and that you need a place to vent. Drew keeps twittering the same tweet over and over again in disbelief. Evan is still groaning over my last Michael Jackson joke (IT WAS GOOD). And many of you weren’t even sure that he had really died. “It wasn’t until MTV actually started playing music videos that I knew for sure he was gone,” Tyler said. Continue reading

I’m With the Band

16 Jun

On Friday, Molly and I went to see the Avett Brothers at the Filmore East, also known
as Irving Place (although why you’d rename a historic venue is beyond me). They played their best songs, Molly got a good view of her favorite Avett, and I only complained about my $10 watered down drink once. It was a great show. At least, we think it was a great show. We’re not really sure because we spent most of the time criticizing people in the audience.

Think they're related?

Think they're related?

There’s something about a music concert that turns otherwise normal people into raging d-bags. It doesn’t matter whether you’re seeing Slipknot or Paula Cole, the audience is always the same. There’s the person who cuts in front of you. The person who spills his drink on you. The person who shouts “WOO!!!” directly in your ear. Molly and I started cataloguing our annoyances and we came up with a list of 12 awful concert moments.

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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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Diversity Training with Drewpreme

26 Mar
Classy and Sassy

Classy and Sassy

In order to keep Drew off the streets, we like to invite him to our apartment in Harlem. Mainly, we get “schooled” on keeping it real. Drew offers a wealth of knowledge and commentary that helps us become well-rounded people, like “Just because Ghostface says it doesn’t mean you can” or “What’s up with your shoes?” Plus, when we wear big sunglasses, people think he is our bodyguard. Fame! Anyway, Drew will be guest DJ-ing this Saturday night at Cafe 50 West with “his man” Jay-Cee. Obviously, we will be there, but more importantly, I have song requests. And in my never-ending quest to completely outsource this blog, I’m asking Drew for an analysis of my selections. What do these songs say about me, a pensive and introspective white girl?

My requests:

Baby Love by the Supremes. This has been in my head for a while.
Friends in Low Places by Garth Brooks. Even Gangsters love this song, right?
For Once In My Life by Stevie Wonder.
American Boy by Estelle ft. Kanye West. PLEASE I can’t help it. I love it, plus you can do that “I’m dancing but not really dancing just twisting my hips and being nonchalant” dance to it.
Bossy by Kelis. Am I lame for still REALLY liking this song?
I Wanna Dance with Somebody by Whitney Houston. best. song. ever.
Single Ladies by Beyonce, clearly. But before you dismiss me as a top 40 parasite, this is mainly so I can see Mazall do the dance.

(Drew has also ranked the likelihood that he will play these songs, on a scale from one to 10. One being “I will lose all the black street cred I have if I play this in front of anyone besides you” and 10 being “you’re pretty fly for a white girl.” )

The Drewnalysis, after the jump

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