Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Rock me, Amadeus

Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Yeah, that title has almost nothing to do with the following post. Well, sort of. But not really. I can't decide if I need to drink more coffee or just surrender to the caffeine shakes.

My musical taste runs to artists with tight pants and bad hair. This can go two ways: tight spandex animal print pants and hair too big to fit through a doorway that inspires wicked air guitar solos, or tight skinny jeans worn by mopey indie kids with shaggy bangs in their eyes singing about daily injustices, socialism and unrequited love.

But when the thermometer hits that zone above 26 degrees Celsius, I find that there is no place for musical existentialism.

No, in the hot hot summertime, all I want is some three-or-four part harmonies, a choreographed dance break, and happy rhymey simple songs about sun and sun and more sun. Bring on the boy bands. I'll admit it. I'm rocking out to the new single by the Lords and Masters of all Boy Bandia.

I challenge you not to bop your head along with the windows rolled down and your wayfarers on.

(The 80s hair bands can stay, btw. They're seasonless.)