Whoever lived in my apartment before my roomate and I moved in must have forgotten to cancel their cable contract. And four months later they still have not corrected their error. We enjoy buying it in the only way we would ever pay for it; free. I hate television on a broad level. And on a very small level, well damn I like my well produced music videos at two in the morning.
Hip hop music videos are fucking great. Flashy neon color, a million dollar gloss, all the tremblings that this ispop culture in it's purest moniter. Songs that change beat three times, videos that completely change half way through and a paragraph of credits to seven guest rappers, this is high, abstract art.
And I fucking hate Lil Mama till ten minutes ago! Lip gloss? Who cares about lip gloss? I was so tired of that song. But this...but this...
I was saved by BET at two in the morning after the busiest day of the year at my resteraunt. Here was Lil Mama in a video of futuristic glowing white walls, spinnning hologram turntables with T-Pain! (Tomorrow I will write about why T-Pain is the smartest pop star in the world.)
I don't give a shit about lip gloss. But girls getting loose? Thats a whole different story.
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I have the ability to make a very strong case for lil mama. Maybe I'll write about it. At least she's not Kid Sister! actually... you just hate women! haha
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