30 day challenge day 13: A song that is a guilty pleasure
This single came out in 1993 and reached #42 in the UK. The artist is Efua Baker (her first name is pronounced Ef-wah).
I feel like I’m in some kind of support group writing this.
“Hello, my name is Gareth and I own Efua—Somewhere on cassingle.”
I own this song on cassingle (remember those: cassette singles?). I own it not because I bought it but because our local record store—Borderline, I think it was called, in Galashiels—had a habit of giving away reasonably out-of-date singles for free when you bought a full-price album.
I picked up quite a few cassingles that way, including Efua—Down is the Drop and The Beautiful South—36D.
And, I have to say, I really like it. It’s definitely my guilty pleasure. A song so out of character for me.
I like it in part because it brings back happy memories of my final year at university; partly because it’s just fun and silly; and partly because I just really, really love her voice.
30 day challenge day 12: A song from a band you hate prefer to not listen to
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 Dictionary.com defines the word:
–verb (used with object)
to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward; detest: to hate the enemy; to hate bigotry.
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.
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.
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.