Archive for June 2009
In terms of female singers, I think that Mariah Carey is on top of her game. Sure she had a breakdown, who doesnt? Hers just happen to be very public. We see what happenned to Whitney Houston and her coke habit, we see Janet Jackson with tits out and a very embarassing flop of a tour. Then we have legends like Aretha Franklin and Gladys Knight who’s all great but no new stuff and only comes out for Gala’s or charity dinners and inaugurations. Then we have singers like Beyonce, who I might say is worthy being Mariah’s next of kin.
And when E=MC2 comes out, Mariah was in competition with Madonna. That “4 Minutes” song? Seriously? That’s what crap would sound like if we listen to it for 4 minutes. I liked Madonna, you know, in Vogue, Like a Virgin, Papa don’t Preach, and that song with the burning cross. Back then she was something. Now Madonna’s just a gimmick with really toned arms and a ridiculous fetish for men half her age. (Okay Mariah did marry Nick Cannon, but at least she didnt divorce a perfectly good, appropriate husband). And Guy Ritchie couldve done so much better than Madonna, Madonna stopped being sexy in 1998. I dont get why she’s still relevant. Madonna sucks ass big time. She’s a circus performer, like Britney, like Lady Gaga (who in my opinion tries way way WAY too hard it becomes awkwardly funny).
So here I have another song which I love from E=MC2 called Thanks 4 Nothin’ Mariah’s songs alwas makes me feel something. If you dont, then you’re a heartless bastard. Ha!
Listen: Mariah Carey – Thanks 4 Nothin’
There’s two kind of rap in Indonesia, the serious, political, with heavy bass and snare or the laid back, goofy, Eminem circa those moments after Marshall Mathers LP. You gotta give props for anybody doing anything unconventional, like rapping in Indonesia and sticking to it. AND Saykoji’s son is just too cute. And apparently everbody’s doing autotune.
Slow Club are Charles and Rebecca from Sheffield, United Kingdom. They sing using quirky lyrics, a variety of percussion instruments and great vocal interplay.
So which one do you think is the most painful, getting dumped in a hasty, jerky move, or in a slow, heartfelt confession that it’s “inevitable” and to the tunes of Aqualung’s Falling Out of Love?
You prefer the jerk or the sensitive man?
As I have been dumped. Hating the jerk is easier, no? But if your guy sings songs like this by the Slow Club – There is No Good Way to Say I’m Leaving You..man, then you seriously wonder what the hell is wrong with you.