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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: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday July 09 2017, @11:13PM (4 children)

    by Anonymous Coward on Sunday July 09 2017, @11:13PM (#536964)

    I'll just leave this here...

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTLvRvbqJs8 [youtube.com]

  • (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.

    • (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])