Monday, August 21, 2006

Everybody look at me, me.

I realised the following when I was driving to hel... work this morning:

The journey to your office is a lot quicker when you're not suffering from a hangover.
Honestly, this morning it was 20min, as opposed to the 4 day journey, when I had been drinking heavily the previous evening.



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(no, this is not me. got Google?)

I would like to take some time now to share some thoughts with you regarding a particular subject, one that has been bothering me for about 2 months now.

But firstly, let's step back a few years to, let's say circa 2000 - 2003.

2000

Nelly Furtado released her debut album "Whoa, Nelly!"

The first single off this record, was of course "I'm like a bird.". In my humble opinion, this was the worst track on the album, albeit catchy. Which is probably the reason why it was the first single. Now, everyone got sick of this song, really quickly, changing lyrical content to "I'm like a turd, I only flush away" (OH ROFL COMEDY GENIUS), etc.

Oh and a lot of people didn't like the pitch and tonal quality of her voice either.

I'm a bit of a music slut, so I'll literally listen to anything out of any genre. I got my hands on one or two other tracks and I actually liked it, so I bought the album. And I was really really impressed. 2 of my favorite tracks from the Whoa Nelly album:

"... On The Radio (Remember The Days)"

You liked me till' you heard my shit on the radio
Well I hate to say but pop aint' going solo
You liked me till' you heard my shit on the radio
But now I'm just too mainstream for you, oh no
You liked me till' you seen me on your t.v.
Well if you're so low below then why you watching
You say good things come to those who wait
Well I've been waiting a long time for it

[Chorus:]
I remember the days when I was so eager to satisfy you
And be less then I was just to prove I could walk beside you
Now that I've flown away I see you've chosen to stay behind me
And still you curse the day I decided to stay true to myself

You say your quest is to bring it higher
Well I never seen change without a fire
But from your mouth I have seen a lot of burning
But underneath I think it's a lot of yearning
Your face, the colours change from green to yellow
To the point where you can't even say hello
You tell me you'd kill me if I ever snob you out
Like that's what you'd expect from me, like that's what I'm about

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
It's so much easier to stay down there guaranteeing you're cool
Than to sit up here exposing myself trying to break through
Than to burn in the spotlight, turn in the spitfire
Scream without making a sound, be up here and not look down
because we're all afraid of heights

[Chorus]

Why ya hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me so so,
leave me down down down down low leave me down da down down da down da down down down...shit on the radio... shit on the radio... shit on the radio... shit on the radio

"Turn Off The Light"

It's getting so lonely inside this bed
Don't know if I should lick my wounds or say woe is me instead
And there's an aching inside my head
It's telling me I'm better off alone
But after midnight morning will come
And the day will see if you will get some

[Chorus:]
They say that girl ya know she act too tough tough tough
Well it's till' I turn off the light, turn off the light
They say that girl you know she act so rough rough rough
Well it's till' I turn off the light, turn off the light
And I say follow me follow me follow me down down down down
till' you see all my dreams
Not everything in this magical world is quite what it seems

I looked above the other day
Cuz I think I'm good and ready for a change
I live my life by the moon
If it's high play it low, if it's harvest go slow and if it's full, then go
But after midnight morning will come
And the day will see if you're gonna get some

[Chorus]

I'm searching for things that I just cannot see
Why don't you don't you don't you come and be with me
I pretend to be cool with me, want to believe
That I can do it on my own without my heart on my sleeve
I'm running, I'm running, catch up with me life
Where is the love that I'm looking to find
It's all in me, can't you see, why can't you, why can't you see it's all in me

[Chorus]

Where is your logic
Who do you need
Where can you turn in your delicate time of need
Follow me down, follow me down down down,
I do not need I do not need nobody
Where is your logic
Who do you need
Where can you turn in your delicate time of need

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Even the lyrical content was not bad at all, and her style of singing made it so much easier my ear. It was poppy, but it contained elements from a broad style of music, and I really thought it was something fresh and now. Funky style, lot's of attitude and of course, she's definitely not bad to look at:


Ok fine, she's superhot!


2003

Nelly Furtado releases her second album, entitled "Folklore." Working with 2 producers named "Track" and "Field" respectively, they put together a fantastic album that just flies completely underneath the radar. Besides the single "Try" and "Forca" used for the 2004 European Football Championship, nothing else was really playlisted off this album. Well, definitely not in South Africa, as far as I can remember. Which is a damn shame, because this is probably one of the best albums I have in my collection. It really is sad, if you think about it. The albums that contain the most artistic integrity and creativeness, always seem to go unnoticed by the general public. Not only did this album have really good tracks that were well written and well produced, it also showed that she had matured, if you take into consideration the lyrical context on this album. Here's the lyrics to 2 of my favorite tracks from "Folklore".

"Try"

All I know
Is everything is not as it's sold
but the more I grow the less I know
And I have lived so many lives
Though I'm not old
And the more I see, the less I grow
The fewer the seeds the more I sow

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try

I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness
And all the real people are really not real at all
The more I learn, the more I learn
The more I cry, the more I cry
As I say goodbye to the way of life
I thought I had designed for me

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
I'm all I'll ever be
But all I can do is try
Try

All of the moments that already passed
We'll try to go back and make them last
All of the things we want each other to be
We never will be
And that's wonderful, and that's life
And that's you, baby
This is me, baby
And we are, we are, we are, we are
Free
In our love
We are free in our love

"Explode"

Vera's face burnt as a memory of bedroom fun
With a lighter and some hairspray
Smoking in the girls' room
Not worse than Shelley's rape behind the McDonald's
By a man she thought was fine, didn't tell anybody
Or maybe back then we just thought that she was getting some

Now we look back and see that she didn't know how
We never thought that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode
As we explode

Then getting drunk in the bushes by the road outside the Kmart
Rolling around in them to see if you would get prickled
Slip the acid on your tongue rooftop mall parkade
We couldn't get enough

Then count the stars and the ten million woes
Just you and the universe judging each other
We never knew that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode
As we explode
As we explode
As we let go

It's a fight, it's a fight and you finally belong
Got a shiner now and it's more than a battle scar
More than a battle scar, such a good, good story to tell
At lunch break, lunch break, lunch break, lunch break
Such a good, good story to tell

You bully, you break, you bully, you break
You fake, you fake, you fake, you fake
You smoke, you toke, you want, you flaunt, you hit it and you're in it and it's spinning

And it's wild
We never thought that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode
As we explode
As we explode
As we let go

We're counting the stars
We're counting the stars
We're gonna go far, we're gonna go far
We're counting the stars, we're counting the stars
We're not very far, we're not very far

And it's you and me in the open air
It's truth or dare, we don't care
We're counting the stars, we're counting the stars, we're counting the stars, we're counting the stars

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2006

"Loose" is released, and along with it comes a Timbaland-produced, airbrushed, tarted up Nelly Furtado.


According to the WikiPedia, Loose is her most succesful album up to date. I attribute this to the fact that it contains horse-shit pop songs, that would appeal to the MTV-brainwashed masses. An example:

"Maneater"

[Verse 1]
Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on everybody what chu here for?
Move your body around like a nympho
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
I want to see you all on your knees, knees
You either want to be with me, or be me!

[Chorus]
Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cords
make you fall, real hard in love
She's a Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cords
Wish you never ever met her at all!

[Verse 2]
And when she walks she walks with passion
when she talks, she talks like she can handle it
when she asks for something boy she means it
even if you never ever seen it
everybody get your necks to crack around
all you crazy people come on jump around
you doing anything to keep her by your side
because, she said she love you, love you long time!

[Chorus]
Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cords
make you fall, real hard in love
She's a Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cords
Wish you never ever met her at all!

[Chants]

[Chorus]
Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cords
make you fall, real hard in love
She's a Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cords
Wish you never ever met her at all!

Never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!

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I get the fact that she has to sell albums as a professional musician, in order to survive. I mean, that's her job. I'm going to have the exact same job very soon.

But I am disappointed.
I'm disappointed with the general public's lack of interest in the first 2 albums, which has forced her to go this way.
I'm disappointed that she's following in the footsteps of so many other artists that took the "Let's make really shitty songs, that make no sense and drops beats that make even less sense, but people can still pretend to dance to it if we play it to death on radio and television". My shit is bananas. B-a-n-a-n-a-s?

Indeed.
The Good Apollo, trying not to explode.


1 comment:

PhatBoi said...

It's true.

Video didn't kill the radio star...

MTV took perfectly good music, raped it, tossed it, and made way for what I like to call the "WTF are they singing generation" of music. I blame MTV for corrupting the youth of our nation!