Cheers to the Freakin' Weekend...

I can't get that song out of my head. I've been all about songs in the last week. Asking people what song stands out to them, why it has meaning, why it makes them happy or sad... it's been a fascinating exercise.

I do love the Rihanna song, "Cheers." I'm not going to let the bastards get me down.

In class today, I played Bubba Sparxxx, "Ms. New Booty." Thank goodness I teach at a music college- no one blinks with my somewhat questionable choices.

The assignment was to think about a song, and write about what it meant to them in third person.

My example, after I played the song…


Ms. New Booty plays, and the mother sighs.

“Why?” she asks her 15 year old son.

“Because,” he smiles. The familiar argument gathers the steam of a toy locomotive.

She shakes her head. “Booty-Booty-Booty… not really lyrics.”

“Old, Mom. You. Are. So. Old.”

“Booty-Booty-Booty,” she repeats.

“Don’t be a hater,” he holds up his hand.

The song plays on..

And on.

Cheers, indeed.