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December 04, 2006
Toxic Milkshake
I've been wanting to write about music for the past few days, but every time I sit down to do it, I clam up. What I want to write is pure nerd-rambling. Trying to organize my thoughts bores even me.
How nerdy is this? I've been taking notes while listening to my iPod. That's completely uncalled for.
My delimma - I really don't want to write this post because it's silly and boring, even to me, but I can't get it out of my head. So, I'm going to compromise. I'm going to just expound a bit on the notes, instead of trying to tie it all together into something that seems profound as I'm writing it, but is really just goofy.
I've listened to "Hey Ya" by Outkast approximately 387 times since Friday. Three years after the song's release, it's becoming obvious just how amazing and unique it really is.
I'm a firm believer that music needs to be able to stand the test of time before it can be decided what's good and what isn't. Think of all the truly horrible songs that enjoyed a high degree of popularity at one time or another. If this wasn't the case, VH1 never would have compiled a list of the worst songs of all time several years ago, would they? Granted, this is the same network that allows Flavor Flav into America's living rooms, but still. You know I've got fairly decent taste in music, but there's 20 songs on that list I've owned at one point or another. And no, I'm not going to tell you which ones. Suffice it to say that I haven't listened to any of them on purpose in a long time. But at one point in time, I deemed them good enough to reside in my home until it became clear that they were just lousy bums hiding behind catchy hooks.
Three years ago, when everyone was hooked on "Hey Ya", I remember wondering if it was as good as we all thought, or if we'd look back in a few years and equate it with "I Wanna Sex U Up". Considering I don't think I've ever had a one single instance where "Hey Ya" has come on and I've thought, "Again? God. Change it!", I think it's safe to say the song is in the clear.
Winter of 2003/2004 was a weird time for me, musically. I was in the last trimester of my pregnancy, and seriously wondered how my new baby would affect my music geekdom. At the same time, I wasn't sleeping much. Not only was I massive and being constantly kicked, but I had acid reflux attacks at promptly 4 AM every single night for three months. I'd get up and since I was too dog-tired to read, I'd lay on the couch and watch TV. The pickings are pretty slim at 4 AM, so I usually parked it on TV Land or whichever video music channel actually happened to be playing music videos.
Every night, I could count on seeing the same videos at least twice before nodding off: Outkast's Hey Ya, The Darkness' I Believe in a Thing Called Love, Toxic by Britney Spears and Milkshake by Kelis.
Let me tell you, when you're sleep-deprived, hormonal, and it's the middle of the night and your esophogus has burst into flames, any one of those videos will feel like a fever dream. All four of them, repeated, will convince you that that baby has eaten your brain. And yet, I craved all four of those songs the same way I craved double cheeseburgers with pickles, onions, lettuce and mustard at the time. There was some comfort in knowing that I'd see and hear the exact same thing every single night, and it would take me out of feeling miserable and scared.
It wasn't even that I liked the songs. Well, I liked "Hey Ya". I knew that. The Darkness video always made me laugh, since it fits my sense of humor. Britney was good for some eye-rolling and righteous indignation. "Milkshake" just seemed appropriately ironic, considering the mammary horrofest that was occuring under my pajama top at the time. Each song provided me with something I needed at the time. The one big thing they all provided was distraction, which is woefully underrated sometimes.
They all also had at least one unforgettable hook: the screeching four beats repeated throughout "Toxic", the staticky, equally screeching beat in "Milkshake" followed by that earwig of a chorus, the falsetto chorus of "I Believe in a Thing Called Love", and damn near every single line and beat in "Hey Ya".
With the exception of "Hey Ya", I've heard little of any of these songs since Clara Jane was born. In the past few days, though, I've sought them out. I still can't get enough of "Hey Ya". "Toxic" and "I Believe in a Thing Called Love"? Eh. I'm over it. As for "Milkshake", I went so far as to purchase it from iTunes on Saturday night.
I want my 99 cents back.
I can tolerate a bad song. I can tolerate a sexist song if it has other redeeming factors. Like "You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC. The lyrics make the feminist in want to put on some testicle-kicking boots, but the first minute of that song? Pure rock and roll perfection. That lick, that beat, Brian Johnson's growl, "Knocking me out with those American thighs" ... that's their truth, and it's powerful enough to make damn near anyone stop what they're doing and listen. Even if it is stupid and sexist, it's powerful and listenable.
What I can't tolerate is a boring song. As much of an indie nerd as I can be at times, I've found it nearly impossible to embrace bands like Belle & Sebastian, Yo La Tengo, and such because I find them so damn dull. Likewise, there's some silly pop I really enjoy - songs like "Hollaback Girl" (which makes absolutely no sense at all and I'll give you a quarter if you can explain it to me) - just because they sound different, primal, and catchy. I'm a whore for a good hook.
"Milkshake" might possibly be the most stupefyingly, coma-inducing, drool-drippingly boring song in the history of the world. Having listened to it in its entirity once since purchasing it, I can honestly say that the entire three minutes and eleven seconds would have been better had it been nothing but the song's reprehensible hook - My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard/and they're like, 'It's better than yours'/damn right, it's better than yours/I can teach you but I'll have to charge - repeated ad nauseum.
That's the thing. If you look at that list of 50 bad songs, they definitely suck. All of them. But there's not a boring one in the bunch. Even the list's Michael Bolton offering, which has every excuse to be just as narcolepsy-inducing as everything else he's ever done, is interesting because of it's oog factor. Michael Bolton wants to touch me, where? Oh my God! No! I can spend hours laughing about that, which gives a really awful, unlistenable song a bit of validation. Because let me tell you, there is nothing funnier than a really, really horrible song. If it's got a great hook, even better, because then it's suited for the best thing ever in the history of the world: bad dancing to shitty music, which completely explains the success of "Achy Breaky Heart".
Speaking of Michael Bolton, when I was in college one of my roommates snagged a huge Michael Bolton promotional poster from the trash at a record store. We hung it in our living room and when we were stressed, we would take it out on the poster via artwork. I can't remember everything we drew on that poster, I only remember my favorite thing: the large family of baby spiders, marching across Michael's vast, prairie-like forehead. We also enjoyed changing the lyrics to his remake of the Bee Gees' You Don't Know What It's Like to be about different venereal diseases. "You don't know what it's like/to love somebody/with The Clap". But I digress.
I guess the point I'm making is that boring music makes absolutely no contribution to the word, while there's plenty of horrible music that makes the world a better place simply by being interesting. And if you've made it this far, I have rewards for you:
The worst remake of one of the greatest songs in rock history, as well as one of the most abhorant music videos ever made. But interesting because 1) stellar guitar work by one of the greats, and 2) trainwreck!
The second worst video ever made. But again, interesting because of it's hooks (of course it's hooky - it's even in the band's name, for God's sake!), and the fact that the lady with the ass is being pursude by a cowboy-pirate.
Posted by Robin at December 4, 2006 03:01 PM
Comments
It's funny-I associate those songs with drinking boxed wine with my downstairs neighbors. Tanya and I (in our pajamas) would get up and do the Drunk Girl Dance to Hey Ya! and Toxic! There was also much self-righteous dissing of Kelis--that skank!
Anytime I hear that song at a wedding, Matt knows it's time to dance, even if I've been tired and reclusive all evening.
And WHEN are we sending those quilts to that place?!!
Posted by: allison at December 4, 2006 05:29 PM
I watched that video this afternoon (Dr.Hook) and I wasn't even able to formulate words on how bad it is.
So glad that I didn't watch it at 4 a.m. when I wasn't able to sleep and checked my email and saw that you sent me the video. I never would have been able to get back to sleep then!
As for Milkshake...I can honestly say that I have completely avoided that song. Well, not totally. I know I've heard it, but I probably wouldn't know it unless someone pointed it out to me. Guess that's a good thing...
Posted by: Exena at December 4, 2006 07:06 PM
I have just started reading your blog, I cam across it on accident, but I think that you are too funny!! I now come back for a daily dose of laughter.
I also am driven to near insanity by "Milkshake". Yes, Kelis, we know your milkshake is better than ours, how many times do I have to hear it.
"Hey Ya" is a great song, brings back memories....The only part I do not like is the Poloroid Picture part, its kind of annoying.
Posted by: Katrina at December 4, 2006 09:58 PM
I love the song Hey Ya, too. I have to tell you that the Supersuckers cover of it is even better than the original. It's just that good.
Posted by: mac at December 5, 2006 09:53 AM
For some reason, every time I hear a little bit of "Hey-Ya," all I can think of is that silly little Flash Animation with "Hey-Ya-Grand-Maaawww!!" but I can't remember whose site it was on or how I found it.
I'll have it stuck in my head the rest of the day though -- back & forth between that and "You Got The Hooch." ;)
Posted by: Debbie at December 5, 2006 11:16 AM
I didn't realise the Darkness had made it across the pond - one of Rob's FAVOURITE bands....they just lost their record deal over here though which is a huge shame - must send you a copy of their album -it's hysterical
Sal xxx
Posted by: sally at December 5, 2006 01:38 PM
Ooo...I love the Darkness.
I'd like to think that my taste in music isn't complete shit but I cannot deny my love of cheesy pop. Even totally cheesy pop can have some great aspects.
Posted by: Dixie at December 5, 2006 04:29 PM




