I’m not a hater of pop music as such, it’s just not really my cup of tea. Puppychild won a CD recently and insists that it’s played at high volume whenever we engage in any sort of car trip whatsoever, so if I never hear ‘Every Day I’m Shuffling’ by LMFAO ever again, it will be far too soon.
Laughingboy is also a fan of this Godawful stuff though. He likes to have TRENDY FM playing loudly in his room and, much like his tooth grinding, it’s a very difficult sound to get used to.
There is one song, however. Whenever the cheesy announcer dude calls out that this song will be next, I find myself running in to find some random chore to do in the kid’s room. I find myself bopping very, very subtly, lest the neighbours should discover my weakness through the window.
For a long time, I had no idea why I liked this song. It was when I was hoovering the living room rug that I figured it out.
The harmonic sounded very quietly above the din of the sucking machine. It was Sir Fartsalot, humming along to the hoover’s engine. I remember doing that too, when I was a kid. Puppychild piped in with a higher note.
“No! It’s not hmmmmmmm, it’s HMMMMMMMMM!” she protested.
They both HMMMM’d away until they got to the same tone as the hoover and continued until I’d finished the job. It filled my heart.
That’s what the song reminds me of. If you can stand to listen to the following ‘Tube clip, you’ll hear the doppler-effect bass line dip and rise during the chorus, just like the sound one of those extremely heavy 80’s Hoovers used to make when they were negotiating tight corners.
That was when I was very small, and was afraid that the nasty machine would suck up not just my toys and hair-bobbins, but me along with them. Didn’t stop me singing along with it though. Good times.