Day 12: A song from a band you hate prefer to not listen to #30dsc

30 day challenge day 12: A song from a band you hate prefer to not listen to

Rebecca Black—Friday

Hate?! Really?!

This one is definitely a challenge: a song from a band you hate. You see, hate is rather a strong word. I’m not sure I really hate any band. Here’s how defines the word:

–verb (used with object)

  1. to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward; detest: to hate the enemy; to hate bigotry.
  2. to be unwilling; dislike: I hate to do it.

I’ll take definition #2 please: a song from a band you [are unwilling to listen to].

But that’s the thing, I tend not to listen to bands that I don’t like. On the simple grounds that… well, I don’t enjoy listening to them. It’s not that I hate the songs, or the artists. I can appreciate the musicianship or the creativity involved in composing such songs without my enjoying them. But I don’t hate them.

Black Friday

A conversation at work a few weeks ago:

Colleague: Have you heard Rebecca Black’s song on YouTube?

Me: Who?! No.

We watched the video, which has currently been watched… wait for it: 136,510,397 times. One-hundred and thirty-six and a half million times.

three-hundred and seventy-six thousand likes and two point seven million dislikes

If those statistics are anything to go by it would appear that I’m not the only person for whom this isn’t their favourite song.

But I don’t hate it. It’s throwaway pop music and good on the girl for doing it, getting it out there and presenting it to an audience of 136 million. It’s more than I’ve ever done.

So now you know

But it does pretty much sum up why I’m not into throwaway pop music. Give me thought-provoking songs about the darker sides of humanity—which is what a lot of metal songs are about—any day. Challenge me with your lyrics, make me think, make me see another worldview!

Here is a small sample of the lyrics from Friday by Rebecca Black:

7am, waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein’ everything, the time is goin’
Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s rushin’
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)

Kickin’ in the front seat
Sittin’ in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?


7:45, we’re drivin’ on the highway
Cruisin’ so fast, I want time to fly
Fun, fun, think about fun
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

And that’s the thing: I’m really not sure that I do know it. But it does remind me that I need to go have some breakfast now. You know what they say, “I’ve gotta have my bowl, gotta have my cereal.”

I just hope that when I need to drive to work this morning I can make up my mind which seat I take.

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Gareth Saunders

I’m Gareth J M Saunders, 52 years old, 6′ 4″, father of 3 boys (including twins). Enneagram type FOUR and introvert (INFP), I am a non-stipendiary priest in the Scottish Episcopal Church, I sing with the NYCGB alumni choir, play guitar, play mahjong, write, draw and laugh… Scrum master at Safeguard Global; latterly at Sky and Vision/Cegedim. Former web architect and agile project manager at the University of St Andrews and previously warden at Agnes Blackadder Hall.

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