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February 17, 2010

The Fabulettes//Try the Worrying Way

Anyone with even a mild interest in pop music should probably consider investing in the excellent One Kiss Can Lead to Another: Girl Group Sounds Lost and Found compilation released by Rhino. These beautiful four discs of rare and not-as-rare girl group tracks are actually packaged in a hat box. I shit you not.

From the Amazon’s description:

Girl groups have enchanted humankind since the era of the ancient Greeks, when legend has it the Sirens attempted to lure wayfarers Odysseus and Jason to their fates; Persephone's chanteuses would eventually even lose a battle of the bands to the Muses. A couple millennia later, female singers would become a dominant force in the pop and rock of the ‘60s, the era anthologized on this four-disc, 120-track collection from Rhino.

This song is about worrying. In this case, the worry is focused around a bad boyfriend. But, let me confess that I’ve been worrying about a lot of stuff lately. Maybe it’s winter madness (thanks, 30 Rock) or maybe it’s just mid-twenties anxiety, but I can’t stop worrying. I’m not going to list all the things I worry about. It would be too long and too sad, but suffice to say, you are not alone if you feel this way too. We are all worrying.

Speaking of sad, general anxiety doesn’t even come close to being as sad as this song’s pre-feminist context. Girl loves boy. Boy cheats on girl. Well, that sucks, but at least girl is losing weight (without taking Metrecal!) fretting over it. Lame.

Too bad about the offensiveness of the situation, because a. ladies, I know you’ve been there (whether you are freaking out over a boy or a girl) and b. this song is so rad. I can’t find anything at all about these Fabulettes (instead I keep getting some kind of 90s girl group parody—-gross). Regardless, they are quite fabulous!



Try the Worrying Way.mp3

I don’t count calories.
I don’t exercise.
I just wonder what woman my man’s been with
When he tells me he’s been out with the guys.

March 12, 2009

Dead Prez//Hell Yeah

I had the pleasure of having a minute or two of gchat with my good, good friend Angie yesterday. Angie was very much my hip hop guru from the year 2005 to the year 2007 (previously, Nick held the title, introducing me to such classics as The Roots, Talib Kweli, Dilated Peoples, Black Star and more). Angie's influence was felt heavily though, as she frequently churned out car-ready jam-laden mix tapes or party-ready jam-laden mix CDs for immediate enjoyment and consumption.

This song certainly reached me through one of these channels, while my consciousness of Dead Prez may have been fully formed through inebriated viewings of The Dave Chappelle Show (also with Angie, and K$).

This song is awesome because the beat uses a sweet distorted electric guitar. While the rhymes obviously paint the picture of a very bleak and distinctly American situation, it's also awesome because it lays out a list of great means to scam ("bang on") our flawed modern system. Here are some (particularly interesting in this recession?) ways Dead Prez suggest it be done:

1. Rob a pizza delivery boy.
2. Engage in credit card fraud.
3. Con social workers into supplying extra government assistant.
4. Pull money out of the register or steal products from a menial service industry job. Since this money is stolen cash, there is an added bonus of it being tax-free.

Last point: K$ always loved this song because it had the word "caper" in it.
For more details on pulling off these capers and more, listen to the track.



Hell Yeah.mp3


Don't put me on dishes,
I'm droppin' them bitches
And takin' all day long to mop the kitchen.
Shit, we ain't gettin' paid commission,
Minimum wage modern day slave conditions
Got me flippin' burgers with no power;
Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour.
I'm not one to kiss ass for the top position.
I take mine off the top like a politician.