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posted by martyb on Sunday July 09 2017, @06:58PM   Printer-friendly
from the bam!-bam!-I'm-a-lamb! dept.

On a slow news day, the BBC "reports" some rules about a summer hit tune. In summary:

  1. It has to be simple.
  2. It should make you feel like you're on holiday.
  3. Novelty is everything.
  4. Radio-friendly songs make bigger hits.
  5. It should be released before the summer.
  6. But it should have the word "summer" in the title.

If simplicity and novelty are the most important then this summer's hit could be Beep! Beep! I'm A Sheep!


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  • (Score: 2) by n1 on Monday July 10 2017, @12:36AM (3 children)

    by n1 (993) on Monday July 10 2017, @12:36AM (#536983) Journal

    I'm assuming the point you're making is that... Throughout history artists pioneering or adapting culturally and socially significant forms of musical and artistic expression, have almost always been derided and dismissed as talentless hacks by proponents of the more established and traditional art of the day.

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  • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 10 2017, @12:45AM (2 children)

    by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 10 2017, @12:45AM (#536985)

    Street criminals grabbing their crotches while they complain about their own self-inflicted situations is art?

    • (Score: 2, Troll) by n1 on Monday July 10 2017, @02:26AM (1 child)

      by n1 (993) on Monday July 10 2017, @02:26AM (#537007) Journal

      I'm sure you're trolling but anyway...

      One of my homeboys did a ten straight in the box in yard
      Now what’s he doing? Passin’ his doctorate
      Don’t tell me that it’s too hard!

      Akala - Fire in the booth [youtube.com]

      Besides I ain't rapping about dope nor did I sell it
      I guess the story of a country boy just ain't compelling

      Big K.R.I.T - Dreamin' [youtube.com]

      This war veteran knows what a hard time is
      He needs his pension, dementia and half blind is
      The reason he rides the train with no car license
      So he boards with an expired ticket has a swipe
      Gets a fine 'cause the change he got don't add up right
      We're talking about a man who never lived a lavish life

      Hilltop Hoods - Stopping All Stations [youtube.com]

      Escaping my selfish ways
      With my brain spread on a page
      So I put my soul in a song
      So it may linger on

      Shogun - Vulcan [youtube.com]

      The most impressionable minds get molested and informed by manipulating forces
      Don't fret little man, don't cry
      They can never take the energy inside you were born with
      Knowing that, understand you could never be poor
      You already won the war, you were born rich
      You can only take the energy you had going back to the realm or the home where your lord is
      Whoever whatever that lord is couldn't give a fuck if you ever made fortunes

      [...]How you raise a whole human single parent, no marriages no sense of heritage
      Planned Parenthood helping plan miscarriages
      But I'm lucky mommy already had a narrative
      Product of a teenage love, my arrogance to rise from the pride and the job my parents did
      Named Mike I was told it was godlike
      Even danced with the devil, came out alright

      Run The Jewels - A Christmas Fucking Miracle [youtube.com]

      They had a rally for police brutality up at the park
      But when we killing ourselves don’t nobody want to march
      We got to start to take a look in the mirror
      If we don’t respect ourselves then they always gone fear us
      If black lives matter then black lives matter
      And the color of the killer shouldn’t even be a factor

      Murs - No More Control [youtube.com]

      We brag on having bread, but none of us are bakers
      We all talk having greens, but none of us own acres
      If none of us own acres, and none of us grow wheat
      Then who will feed our people when our people need to eat
      So it seems our people starve from lack of understanding
      Cause all we seem to give them is some balling and some dancing
      And some talking about our car and imaginary mansions
      We should be indicted for bullshit we inciting
      Hand the children death and pretend that it's exciting

      Killer Mike - Reagan [youtube.com]

      I am curious though, in this troll persona, do you have the same disdain for folk songs that talk about the self-inflicted struggles of their chosen occupations in mining and farming? After all they could have taken personal responsibility for their situation and sought to improve it rather than writing songs bitching about it.

      • (Score: 3, Funny) by Magic Oddball on Monday July 10 2017, @06:42AM

        by Magic Oddball (3847) on Monday July 10 2017, @06:42AM (#537050) Journal

        Don't forget, though, that hip-hop wasn't always insightful social criticism — if you go back to the early days, the performers more often just aimed to be entertaining:

        Ever went over a friend's house to eat and the food just ain't no good?
        I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed,
        And the chicken tastes like wood!
        So you try to play it off like you think you can
        By saying that you're full
        And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
        He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!"
        So your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie
        And you say that you already ate
        And your friend says "Man, there's plenty of food!"
        So you pile some more on your plate
        While the stinky food's steaming, your mind starts to dreaming
        Of the moment that it's time to leave
        And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rotting
        Into something that looks like cheese.
        So you say "That's it, I gotta leave this place
        I don't care what these people think,
        I'm just sitting here making myself nauseous
        With this ugly food that stinks!"
        So you bust out the door while it's still closed
        Still sick from the food you ate
        And then you run to the store for quick relief
        From a bottle of Kaopectate.

        (From 1979's Rapper's Delight [wikipedia.org])