I’ve become a little obsessed with the song “Viva la Vida” by Coldplay. Yes, I realize I am at least what, a year? a year and a half? behind the pop culture times. I have embraced my squareness. So should you.
Anyway, I was watching the video on YouTube and holy cow, why didn’t anyone tell me that Chris Martin is so beautiful? That Gwyneth Paltrow is one lucky lady.
In other music news, after listening to Viva La Vida about 30 times in a row in the car, I took pity on poor Little Miss Sunshine and moved on to the next CD in the loop, which was The Best Of Cyndi Lauper. And yipes, did you know that the song “She Bop” is about masturbating?
You probably did. After all, I think I’ve proven that I’m a little behind the times, pop-culturally-speaking.
I am not that surprised that I did not understand the true content of the song as a teenager, because I was a very innocent, naive, goody-goody of a teenager who was completely unaware that things such as “master-what-now?” existed. I’m a little embarrassed now to have sung that song at full volume in front of my grandparents, however.
I am amazed, though, that this song was a major radio hit. Where were the stiff-upper-lip Victorian puritans of the 80s? Why didn’t they protect me from such a grandparent-related humiliation? Censorship has failed me.
And in other music news, Tuesday night’s American Idol featured the song “September” by Earth, Wind, and Fire, one of the grooviest songs of all time. I got really excited when I heard the second line of the song mention the “21st night of September,” because September 21 is Gal Smiley’s birthday.
(I know FameThrowa is rolling her eyes right now and saying through gritted teeth, “I have told you about this song on at least THIRTY SEPARATE OCCASIONS.” However, what she doesn’t realize is that my supernatural ability to completely block out Dora The Explorer has the side effect of also blocking at least 80% of the other stuff I hear. It’s WORTH IT.)
Anyway, I’ve decided to make “September” into Gal Smiley’s official life theme song. I played it for her this morning and while I was shaking some serious booty around the kitchen, I asked her, “Isn’t this the danciest song you’ve ever heard?” And she said, “I don’t think it’s the danciest, but I do think it’s THE LONGEST.”
You can decide for yourself.