Flipping through the channels while getting ready this morning I stumbled upon the Top 10 countdown on VH-1. I did a double, no, a triple-take when I suddenly realized what I was looking at. Apparently you take one shot of a "nice" American Idol, add a little nose ring, a new stylist, a lot of guitar and a bit of Avril and you end up with this.
Oddly, I find it disturbingly catchy.
Posted by mikewolf at February 05, 2005 10:52 AMThe chorus reminds me a bit of some old Journey songs...
Posted by: Frankenstein on February 5, 2005 12:10 PMEgad. That was dreadful.
Posted by: Dennis on February 5, 2005 03:01 PMCredit where it's due: that's a terrific song, and she's terrific doing it. Power to.
Posted by: Linus on February 7, 2005 11:14 AMBland. Pedestrian. And couldn't call it unexpected, coming from an american eye-doll.
Kylie, Kylie, Kylie...(even does a Scissor Sisters tune on her latest; seek yee out the real pop goddesses).
Posted by: deano on February 7, 2005 12:47 PMNah, it's mega-pop! And good stuff, too. Be glad: when the stuff stinks, it stinks loud...
Posted by: Linus on February 7, 2005 04:00 PMBoard-room certified, corporate-kitchen designed, fast food. Lays there on the pallet and it's bad for your health. Sugar-coated, so it's addictive. Or, at the other end of the analogy (anal-ogy), it's mega-poop ;~>
But we luvs U, L!
Posted by: deano on February 7, 2005 04:59 PMNow if you want to talk about a real pop goddess, ya gotsta be talking about the neo-disco stylings of Sophie Ellis Bextor.
Plus she's hotter than Kylie.
Posted by: Frankenstein on February 7, 2005 05:06 PMBut deano: Yeah. Like The Monkees. And The Archies. And half of what I loved as a kid.
Amanda from Dresden Dolls puts it beautifully here, although she's actually talking about Avril:
I woke up at 5 am this morning and took a long walk listening to the Avril CD. I swear, it's like a disease. I've concluded that listening to this CD, the ultimate guilty pleasure, is about as punk-rock as it gets. The only true rebellion lies in doing the truly unacceptable. I also haven't been tempted to listen to ANYTHING on a walkman since I was around 18. I put my finger on this morning over breakfast: if I had bought this CD at 12, I'd be addicted, and wouldn't feel the shame of listening to such terrible, corporate, superficial over processed shite, because I hadn't quite turned into a music snob yet and was perfectly happy listening to pop that made me smile.
Nowadays, when I listen to the music I loved at 12, it brings me back to a very specific feeling. The feeling belongs very specifically to my twelve-year-old self, a direct nostalgic connection to a solid spot.
But by listening to Avril, I have actually harnessed the power of the twilight zone and am able to re-live being 12 from a fresh perspective. How common is that?
I find I have a high appreciation for the impulse pure, even when it's a purely-commercial impulse pure.
Posted by: Linus on February 7, 2005 07:32 PMI see your Clarkson vid and raise you Konomo No.1
Posted by: deano on February 8, 2005 01:06 PM