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.
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.
posted by Sara at 5:55 PM
5 Comments:
You made my weekend! Thanks for posting. All week I'm paid to read voiceless, inexperienced writing. You threw me a bone just when I was thinking about abandoning words.
You know, Amy, I'd rather read inexperienced writing from musicians than "experienced" crap that's been published. I've read some really bad books this summer and wonder, what the hell was the publisher thinking??
of course, I've only been at this for a couple years. talk to me in five more.
cheers!
No real complaints about my work (13 years or so), I just so enjoy a well-turned phrase every now and again (cliched enough??). I'm all academia, all the time, so I've probably missed most of the published crap. If ever I'm really lonely for a good read, which seems to be the case now, I grab a little Dorothy Allison or, if the need is great, Isabel Miller. They make it all better.
I do believe The Alien is becoming a wonderful kid. Proud, mom?
HA! That song gets into my head and doesn't ever get out. I can go around all day saying, "Cheers to the freaking weekend. I'll drink to that. Yeah-eah-eah."
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