Another musical rant.

I'd say as a whole, I'm a pretty agreeable person, but I could hardly wait to finish the first coat of paint in the bathroom so that I could come up here to the computer and express to the world just how much I hate the song Tik Tok by Ke$ha.

First, I will say that if you like the song, please don't take offense. It's fine if you like it. I'm sure I love songs that you hate. There we go.

I am NPR listener. I've told you that before. How I feel old, listening to talk radio, etc. But when I lost reception to my favorite WUNC on my way home to visit my parents in Virginia, I decided to take a listen to the channel I listened to all through junior high and high school. K92 was/is basically Top 40. While listening I heard all sorts of stuff I hadn't heard before. A fairly innocuous song by Miley Cyrus. A few other mildly entertaining songs by people whose voices I did not recognize. A repulsively lyric-ed Brittany Spears (maybe?) song. And THEN, this monstrosity of a "song"(??) which I later found out (disappointingly because the artist Te$ha performed on the Ellen DeGeneres show proving, I hope, that Ellen is sometimes forced to invite guests beyond her better judgment) is called Tik Tok by Ke$ha.

OK, indulge me here. I need to get this out. I don't know why, it's just under my skin. First of all, her name is Ke$ha. Not Kesha. Ke$ha. Puh-leeeze. When I was in high school, I had a friend named Ane. She used to sign her name with an anarchy symbol and then n-e. Now that was cool. Ke$ha i$ lame. Now, look at her picture above. She's kind of cute, probably, but... she looks like she just pulled herself out of some stranger's futon to begin the morning walk of shame.

Now, I hate to devote so many inches of blogspace to this, but here's the really bad part (I have taken the liberty of bolding the portions of the lyrics that extremely bother me:

Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy

(Hey, what up girl?)

Grab my glasses, I'm out the door

I'm gonna hit this city (Lets go)

Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack

Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back

I'm talking - pedicure on our toes, toes

Trying on all our clothes, clothes

Boys blowing up our phones, phones

Drop-topping, playing our favorite cd's

Pulling up to the parties

Trying to get a little bit tipsy {Lame}

Don't stop, make it pop

DJ, blow my speakers up

Tonight, Imma fight

{Fight? What is she talking about? Fight to stay awake? Fight to keep the drunken vomit from getting in her hair?}

Till we see the sunlight

Tick tock, on the clock

But the party don't stop,no

Woah-oh oh oh

Woah-oh oh oh (x2)

Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of beer

Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here {Huh?}

And now the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger

But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger

I'm talking about - everybody getting crunk, crunk

Boys trying to touch my junk, junk {Lame}

Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk

Now, now - we goin till they kick us out, out

Or the police shut us down, down

Police shut us down, down

Po-po shut us - {Double lame}

{I'm bolding the entire next section because she breaks into some sort of Evanescence-esque interlude that seems so disjointed and makes you wonder what the heck she's on.}

DJ, you build me up

You break me down

My heart, it pounds

Yeah, you got me

With my hands up

You got me now

You got that sound

Yeah, you got me

{This is the lamest line ever.} Now, the party don't start until I walk in {And that's it. This line just leaves you hanging.}

Repeat chorus.

GAG! Even just reading back through these lyrics is painful. Now, I admit there are some parts that are catchy, and perhaps that is why it bothers me more than average. The lyrics are juvenile and lame. Without substance. Readers of this blog know that I also dislike the artist Pink, but even she pulled off the "all I want to do is go to this party" song in a way that didn't leave me reciting the Declaration of Independence over and over to try to get it out of my head. It's fine if you want to go out and have a good time, but, I mean...do you know what I'm trying to say here? She's singing about brushing her teeth with a bottle of Jack Daniels? On stage, she looks and acts completely drunk. It's annoying. It's also disappointing. and disheartening. I mean, this is the number one song on some lists which means, I assume, that teenagers like it. I want to expect more from the rising generation.

I will just finish by saying that I hate this song so much that.. you know, I Think I really would rather listen to a Rod Stewart song than listen to this one. And those of you who have been reading for a while, know that that's saying a lot.

Thank you for letting me vent.