Songs from Years Ago Are Misogynistic Nightmares!
I was playing along to an album of late 50's early 60's rock and roll yesterday and "Shout!" came on.
It's a fun group dance song that's very fast so I love the music.
But I am conscious now of what I'm singing for fear of singing something awful without realizing it.
Read this. It's crazy bad. And not good bad. Bad bad.
So he's saying he's been grooming her since she was nine.
How nice.
I almost sang it without thinking yesterday.
But listen to it:
It's a fun ass song!
The movie background backstory is worse. Sort of.
I saw Animal House when I was... about nine. So the idea of hooking up with that "13 year old" girl seemed like a great idea.
Except the guy doing it was a freshman in college. (He didn't know).
Therefore how do I enjoy a song that's super fun and a movie that was super funny the last time I saw it, knowing it's a sick male fantasy?
Until further instructions...
I dunno.
Anyway. Lyrics of yesteryear are riddled with bad ideas.
I catch them every time I am singing classic rock.
Ruining so many good pieces of music.
Music and lyrics are seperate. Half the time we like songs without understanding what's being sung. They blend in as a vocal instrument.
But subconsciously we are absorbing the messages.
And for me to sing something well I didn't write I have to like the words.
It's hard to find a male musician who I am comfortable "speaking" for me. I don't wanna say what I don't agree with.
The music is great though. Like Chuck Berry is hella fun to listen to. But his words veer into a MAGA boy's talking points.
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Performing for you, a politically minded audience, for my recreationally minded purpose, while ethically! running for Congress is a narrow DUI line to walk.
I did that once.
Passed.
There's a cocksucker bothering people for money. He was wise to go the other direction.
In a crowded car as it now is, a man-off doesn't improve the atmosphere. So I am inclined to stay quiet unless intervening is worth the duel.
Singing! That's better. There's a duop group at the far end. Hs mighta been with them. I didn't hear what he said.
But did I hear "Jesus"? I hope not. Nope! Cool!! I gave them cards.
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About four stops to go to Houston.
My "secret base in Shangra-la" is on the 7th floor of the Spring Street Manhattan Mini Storage. Apartment I mean unit X in aisle two.
You can find it even when I'm not there if you look smartly.
Slip me a note through the crack in the door, you mademoiselle who rents here.
My view during "covert office hours."
Ok time to prepare to prepare to get off the train.
Adieu
