<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:31:27.074-08:00</updated><category term='Make Up the Breakdown'/><category term='Spencer Pratt'/><category term='I&apos;m a Flirt'/><category term='Justin Timberlake'/><category term='Midtown'/><category term='Me Love'/><category term='Broken Social Scene'/><category term='Trapped in the Closet'/><category term='Hot Hot Heat'/><category term='Under the Blacklight'/><category term='Elevator'/><category term='Heidi Montag'/><category term='The Killers'/><category term='Call On Me'/><category term='The Hills'/><category term='Smoke Detector'/><category term='Kanye West'/><category term='Rihanna'/><category term='VMA'/><category term='Feist'/><category term='LMSP'/><category term='Nicole Scherzinger'/><category term='The Moneymaker'/><category term='Black Eyed Peas'/><category term='50 Cent'/><category term='Gimme More'/><category term='Cobra Starship'/><category term='The City is at War'/><category term='I Want Your Soul'/><category term='Close Call'/><category term='Breakin&apos; Up'/><category term='Don&apos;t Stop the Music'/><category term='Hate'/><category term='UC Berkeley'/><category term='The Sounds'/><category term='Young Folks'/><category term='Do It'/><category term='Body Language'/><category term='Sean Kingston'/><category term='Ayo Technology'/><category term='Britney Spears'/><category term='Clumsy'/><category term='Flo Rida'/><category term='Will.i.am'/><category term='Umbrella'/><category term='Nelly Furtado'/><category term='M.I.A.'/><category term='Pussycat Dolls'/><category term='1234'/><category term='Fergie'/><category term='I Got It From My Mama'/><category term='Rilo Kiley'/><category term='R. Kelly'/><category term='Marie Digby'/><category term='Low'/><category term='15'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Suddenly I See'/><category term='I&apos;m a Slave 4 U'/><category term='Apple Bottoms'/><category term='The Real Housewives of Orange County'/><category term='Lovefest'/><category term='Give a Little Love'/><category term='Peter Bjorn and John'/><category term='FutureSex/LoveSounds'/><category term='Armand Van Helden'/><category term='Loose'/><category term='Paper Planes'/><title type='text'>Love Me Some Pop</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-3031264305691904521</id><published>2008-01-13T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:19:17.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Like Girls - Self-Titled Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bReVwemN5iE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bReVwemN5iE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm usually not susceptible to in-store marketing gimmicks with the exception of free shows, but a few weeks ago I had a breakdown in the SF Best Buy. I was there to buy the Britney Spears album for the company gift exchange (I had to buy a present with the initials BS), when I was thinking I needed new music. The little red sticker on the Boys Like Girls album saying that they were a SPIN artist of the year caught my eye and I took them home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the All-American Rejects music with the vocals from The Used softened. On some tracks it works (like the hit "The Great Escape"), and on others it's less successful, see above. This may be the shortest review ever, but after playing the album in my car for about a week, I still couldn't tell the songs apart. There's a real lack of breadth in their sound, but it remains catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, if you pause the video at 0:01, you can see a guitarist/bassist on the left in a really awesome T-shirt of a bridge. I happen to own that shirt as well, but it was so Urban Outfitters three seasons ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-3031264305691904521?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/3031264305691904521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=3031264305691904521' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/3031264305691904521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/3031264305691904521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2008/01/boys-like-girls-self-titled-album.html' title='Boys Like Girls - Self-Titled Album'/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-8249851739652410295</id><published>2008-01-06T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:54:40.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cobra Starship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The City is at War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sounds'/><title type='text'>Cobra Starship - The City is at War</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNF08htoH00&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNF08htoH00&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOTNESS ALERT!!! Cobra Starship has steadily been gaining popularity to my dismay. I recently tried to get tickets to their upcoming show at one of my favorite venues only to find they were sold out and tickets on e-Bay started at $50. This is more than a month in advance of the show and they're not that big....yet. It reminds me of The Killers, but I got my tickets for that 3 months in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with such danceable beats in their pop-punk, it's no wonder. And what Cobra Starship does best is add camp to the genre that felt it was so rebellious. Lyrics like "designer drugs and designer friends" with a video that substitutes pies for bullets and narcotics really adds a classic touch of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobra Starship, as the name might not imply, is sort of an All Star band. All Star in that each of the members has a full-time gig in another band. The lead singer is from Midtown, and Maja from The Sounds is involved and a few others. Their music, however, is not All Star quality. But as the name implies once again, this is about fun, not art, unless art is social commentary, and then it's still not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what have you, it's hot right now. So get on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-8249851739652410295?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/8249851739652410295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=8249851739652410295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/8249851739652410295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/8249851739652410295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2008/01/cobra-starship-city-is-at-war.html' title='Cobra Starship - The City is at War'/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-6393407092748282700</id><published>2008-01-05T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:09:21.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple Bottoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Low'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flo Rida'/><title type='text'>Flo Rida - Low</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkN_SLypZKc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkN_SLypZKc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If there was ever a song since "Drop It Like It's Hot" that made me want to pop my booty, this is it. I just want to pop-pop till I can't stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song starts with a rather grandiose intro as though we're getting a gangster anthem, but then it breaks into a club beat. And that's when you hear about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.applebottoms.com/lifestyle.asp"&gt;Apple Bottoms&lt;/a&gt;, boots with the fur, sweatpants, and Reeboks with the straps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The versus aren't very special. They kind of morph into the back like so many hip hop songs. I'm sure the lyrics rhyme, or something. But then the chorus comes back. I've so far made this my 2008 New Years Eve anthem and driven one of my roommates crazy and then to fall in love with the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I best be gettin' me to my local urban-apparel retailer for my ABs, know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-6393407092748282700?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/6393407092748282700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=6393407092748282700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/6393407092748282700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/6393407092748282700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-there-was-ever-song-since-drop-it.html' title='Flo Rida - Low'/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-6413586935615178131</id><published>2007-11-12T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:56:08.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Spears Blackout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frillr.com/files/images/Trashion-Britney-Spears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 319px;" src="http://frillr.com/files/images/Trashion-Britney-Spears.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sort of dropped the ball on Britney's big release a week or so ago. It may be late, but I feel it's still worth comment. The media has been abuzz saying it's a surprisingly good album without all of Britney's drama. Word on the street also has it that Spears is refusing to do any promotion for the album. It will be an interesting case: can a well known artist sell a decent album without working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme More is the obvious best track, but the album has enough to sink one's teeth into. Piece of Me has follow up single status and has biting lyrics more Pink than bubble gum. The chicken sound actually fits in and gives the song a sound that could provide future sampling opportunities as it is so unique. Radar also deserves some play alongside Cold as Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the album isn't filler, but it's not stand alone either. The last two tracks slow the album to a crawl, which clearly disrupts the more dance-genre sound Britney moved toward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-6413586935615178131?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/6413586935615178131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=6413586935615178131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/6413586935615178131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/6413586935615178131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/11/britney-spears-blackout.html' title='Britney Spears Blackout'/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-6447693492709048755</id><published>2007-10-14T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:24:27.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Hot Heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Up the Breakdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elevator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><title type='text'>Let Me In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.subpop.com/assets/images/2197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 306px;" src="http://www.subpop.com/assets/images/2197.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hot Hot Heat is back with more suck for us to choke on. Their latest single &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=BRi5LF1cQgQ"&gt;Let Me In&lt;/a&gt; comes off a new album that I was hoping would be more akin to their first album Make Up the Breakdown than their sophomore release Elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hot Hot Heat situation is a good example of why fans are so against "going mainstream". It's not really about the band becoming well known, selling out, or not signing a billion things after concerts. It's about changing your sound in a way that eliminates uniqueness. Make Up the Breakdown was unique, if not perfect. It was early new new wave, before new new wave was in vogue again, pre-Killers. Elevator was the great leap to mainstream that sounded nothing like the previous album and made up HHH's own let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest release was a place to reach back or stay the course, and we've seen what they chose. Let Me In is completely indistinct. It sounds like a bunch of noise, I can barely understand the vocals. The music is bland and constant--no highs or lows, no emotion. What happened to the wood block, the funky beats, and the lack of production?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-6447693492709048755?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/6447693492709048755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=6447693492709048755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/6447693492709048755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/6447693492709048755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-me-in.html' title='Let Me In'/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-1303856047003784481</id><published>2007-10-07T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:19:48.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakin&apos; Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Umbrella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suddenly I See'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Moneymaker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Give a Little Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Close Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke Detector'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under the Blacklight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rilo Kiley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Under the Blacklight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e6/Rilokiley_undertheblacklight_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 325px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e6/Rilokiley_undertheblacklight_cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rilo Kiley is back in action and I'm super excited about it. The latest issue is not much of an improvement on More Adventurous, but more of the same lesser quality tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As evidenced in &lt;a href="http://hypem.com/search/close%20call/1/"&gt;Close Call&lt;/a&gt;, the group has the uncanny ability to vocalize almost any topic without imposing judgment. The fist single and attempt to break mainstream, &lt;a href="http://hypem.com/search/moneymaker/1/"&gt;The Moneymaker&lt;/a&gt;, is my least favorite track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; because it leaves all folk sensibility aside in favor of blase climactic moments. A better choice would have been &lt;a href="http://hypem.com/search/breakin%27%20up/1/"&gt;Breakin' Up&lt;/a&gt;, a happy medium with minor electro pop sounds, actual climactic activity, and a hook while staying true to Rilo Kiley's sound. If it weren't to have competed with Umbrella, it could have been a summer hit about self-reflection/actualization a la Suddenly I See:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh! It! Feels good to be free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about Rilo Kiley albums though is the variety in tracks and the unexpected stories that are told. In &lt;a href="http://hypem.com/search/15/1/"&gt;15&lt;/a&gt;, we hear an ironically playful story about a guy who has sex with too young of girl, which calls Sublime's Wrong Way to mind for musical as well as topical reasons. Then you spin into &lt;a href="http://hypem.com/search/smoke%20detector/1/"&gt;Smoke Detector&lt;/a&gt;, which finds a million puns for smoking. Close out with the encouraging &lt;a href="http://hypem.com/search/give%20a%20little%20love/1/"&gt;Give a Little Love&lt;/a&gt; and go on with your fabulous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-1303856047003784481?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/1303856047003784481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=1303856047003784481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/1303856047003784481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/1303856047003784481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/10/under-blacklight.html' title='Under the Blacklight'/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-4719778201783523691</id><published>2007-10-06T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T08:31:11.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gimme More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><title type='text'>Gimme More Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UP8-wBhPloY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UP8-wBhPloY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Britney Spears's video for Gimme More is building a lot of buzz, not only because it's Britney, bitch, but also because America has been following &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/07/fashion/07britney.html?ref=fashion"&gt;the drama of her "everyday" life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Despite the devastating VMA performance and mounds of awful publicity, Gimme More is a triumph of pop music even if Britney isn't. It's hot right now, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to insert a mea culpa in here. I originally said that I did not like the song, but oh how it has grown on me. I turn it up everytime I hear the first beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With it's recent debut on TRL and a host of other places, like iTunes, it seemed fitting to review the video. We see Britney in her usual environment as of late--a club. We see her drinking with friends and watching a pole dancer, who turns out to be Britney too! Is this art imitating life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the dancing. It's no VMA performance. It looks good, but there's a lot of camera cuts and you realize Britney really isn't doing that much. There's no breakdown dance routine, a crushing blow to my enthusiasm for the video. In fact, the video actually seems more suggestive than sexual, if one disregards the revealing dress code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a part where Britney actually smiles. When was the last time we saw that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-4719778201783523691?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/4719778201783523691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=4719778201783523691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/4719778201783523691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/4719778201783523691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/10/britney-spearss-video-for-gimme-more-is.html' title='Gimme More Video'/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-3818493894642346011</id><published>2007-10-02T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T08:30:29.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovefest'/><title type='text'>Lovefest 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mvgals.net/albums/lf07_festival/IMG_6063.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://mvgals.net/albums/lf07_festival/IMG_6063.sized.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This blog is becoming more difficult for me to keep up. With that said, there are going to be some changes. First, I'm scrapping the posting format. You'll still get the links you need, but I can't say as much or as little as I want trying to write in a framework so rigid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so Lovefest is an amazing dance party in San Francisco's Civic Center once a year. There's a parade to lead it off before the floats crowd around for daytime ravers.&lt;br /&gt;If there was a trend in the floats, it was more speakers and fewer people than last year. The emphasis was put front and center with no room for gyrating bodies. Those would have to be down below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captains and slutty flight attendants ruled the friendly skies last Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This picture was one of the better with bumpin' beats and an airplane theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Final Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-3818493894642346011?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/3818493894642346011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=3818493894642346011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/3818493894642346011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/3818493894642346011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/10/lovefest-2007.html' title='Lovefest 2007'/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-9000603373537801728</id><published>2007-09-23T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:37:01.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.I.A.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper Planes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tamilnation.org/images/diaspora/mia-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 196px;" src="http://www.tamilnation.org/images/diaspora/mia-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=fCFN1XwDOqE"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paper Planes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;M.I.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyred.com/lyrics/M%7EI%7EA%7E/Kala/Paper+Planes/"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anticipation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Children's voices, gunshots, and a cash register ring harmoniously together. This is by far one of the most unusual combinations that comes together better than peanut butter and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vocals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;M.I.A.'s voice is great and provides much depth--something the song survives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As mentioned, the sound effects in the chorus combine to actually sound like part of the melody. It's the centerpiece set upon a dreamy background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Verses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rap-packed lyrics can make the message easy to miss, but it provides content for multiple listenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can't spoil it here. You have to hear it yourself. I can't normally say that, but in this case, you just must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Obviously what you have to hear in this song. My greatest sadness is that you can't sing along with the gunshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Breakdown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Steadiness in sound with stoicism in voice drive sincerity home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Try this on for size:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We pack and deliver like ups trucks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Already going hell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just pumping that gas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit Potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;None. Could you imagine a radio station playing gunshots? Just the thought makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-9000603373537801728?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/9000603373537801728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=9000603373537801728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/9000603373537801728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/9000603373537801728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/09/paper-planes-m.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-1831402094505295314</id><published>2007-09-18T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:38:39.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1234'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://flattire.infodump.org/media/blogs/a/2007/042007_feist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://flattire.infodump.org/media/blogs/a/2007/042007_feist.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=d3vIv1EwO5A"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1234&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Feist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elyricsworld.com/look/f/Feist-lyrics/1234-lyrics.html"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anticipation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She's not only a VH1 Artist to Watch, but also a Starbucks cafe broadcastee. With such cred, we dive in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vocals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The best word to describe Feist's voice is genuine. It's slighty scratchy, flater than you might expect, but clearly demonstrates range. While the music emphasizes a regular, staccato speech pattern, the words come out more song than sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It took a while to grow on me, but this is like indie updating big band music. It's bold, brassy, and but a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Verses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Is she meloncholy, whiny, remeniscent, or hopeful? All combine in her tone and lyrics during the verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The mood turns to be more in your face about life lessons. It's wishfully unapologetic and whimsical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Something as old as counting has been reinvented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Breakdown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It just makes me want to run through a field. And maybe fly a kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Feist deals with her conflicted emotions about a cheater in a way that confronts her partner without gushing with rage. It's tasteful, tactful, delicate, and simply a complex tune. There is more than appears at first listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit Potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Low. Maybe on the adult alternative side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-1831402094505295314?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/1831402094505295314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=1831402094505295314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/1831402094505295314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/1831402094505295314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/09/1234-feist-lyrics-anticipation-shes-not.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-5077643697889147015</id><published>2007-09-16T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:33:00.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Bjorn and John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Folks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ulu.co.uk/files/minisites/162/peterbjornjohn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://ulu.co.uk/files/minisites/162/peterbjornjohn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=51V1VMkuyx0"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Young Folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Peter, Bjorn &amp;amp; John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlylyrics.com/song.php?id=32284"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anticipation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A surprise favorite coming straight out of indieville, Young Folks appears to be popular with Europeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vocals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They're spot on, but sound a lot like talking. They put you into a sing-songy daze perfect for foot tapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's catchy, especially at first. But it doesn't go anywhere. It very clearly sounds indie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Verses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Deep, intimate conversation between potential friends and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The conversation becomes a sing together. With sunburst sounds of joy the two find they want to be closer. Doesn't it sound so indy you want to throw up a little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What exactly does "We don't care about the young folks" mean? Seriously lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Breakdown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whistling makes it's come back. It's like a Jetta commercial or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The true mark of indie shows itself. But I'm yawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit Potential &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Low to moderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-5077643697889147015?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/5077643697889147015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=5077643697889147015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/5077643697889147015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/5077643697889147015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/09/young-folks-peter-bjorn-john-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-8059190652953958972</id><published>2007-09-16T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:53:02.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Call On Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Want Your Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Armand Van Helden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.music-photography.co.uk/homelands_armand_van_helden_27-5-00_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.music-photography.co.uk/homelands_armand_van_helden_27-5-00_022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=f4RWiK_cjjs"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Want Your Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Armand Van Helden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cornielyrics.org/lyrics/v/Armand_van_Helden/8800/I_Want_Your_Soul/"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anticipation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Giant dance artist release new track possibly the next Call On Me. Yes, that Call On Me with the &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=dUsJYKdYGmw"&gt;strippercize video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vocals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Blah blah blah. Sounds excellent. They're not what this track's about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's something about the synth that just grabs you. Very simplistic, but it works so so so well as the second-largest climax EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Verses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are only three lines to this song; I felt ridiculous when I did a google search for them. As such, it's difficult to separate the verses from the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I really should be critical, but I don't have a problem with it. I guess there could be verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I want ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want ya to be on my radio all day long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It leads to the biggest climax ever. Play it loud or don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Frankly, they make no sense. Ok, they kind of do if you don't use soul literally. Surprising that it isn't just more blunt, then again, I Want Your Soul is a pretty bad ass name of a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit Potential &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;None on mainstream radio. Pretty standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-8059190652953958972?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/8059190652953958972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=8059190652953958972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/8059190652953958972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/8059190652953958972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-your-soul-armand-van-helden.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-5960376707412609889</id><published>2007-09-10T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T19:47:49.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gimme More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 Cent'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kare11.com/assetpool/images/079107923_Brittney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://www.kare11.com/assetpool/images/079107923_Brittney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://buzzworthy.mtv.com/2007/09/09/britney-kickinâ-ass-and-takinâ-names-at-the-vmas/"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Gimme More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;Live Performance at VMAs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first ever performance review for LMSP, but it only makes sense to expand in this new direction when pop is all about the sound and performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is one problem, and only one problem, with Britney's VMA performance: commitment. Britney is not committed to the performance art--and apparently neither was her hair stylist as her flat, even length hair said over 30 and preggers with more than a hint of a stripper's apathy. Everything, from her robotic body movements to her lack of facial expression said that Britney was not back. She had no plans on playing the role of seductress anymore. She may have wanted to be a slave 4 U, but that time has come and gone, and now she doesn't really want more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I watched the clip, I felt like she was outdone by her backup dancers, which would have had a great show without Britney in the middle. There's Britney's pretend cover her mouth giggle, when it's clear she's not giggling. There's 50 Cent's face of confusion and Rihanna's orgasm by way of shadenfreude in the front row. You know who would have been great for this song? PCD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-5960376707412609889?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/5960376707412609889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=5960376707412609889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/5960376707412609889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/5960376707412609889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/09/gimme-more-britney-spears-live.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-2115361813052474110</id><published>2007-09-06T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:39:29.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fergie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clumsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.catchunexttuesday.com/shows/show0010/fergie_wet_herself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.catchunexttuesday.com/shows/show0010/fergie_wet_herself.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=jKoGOkOSpq0"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clumsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/lyric/131080/Fergie+-+Clumsy.html"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anticipation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don't wet your pants on this one, but I think this will be Fergie's next hit--almost sure of it. I've been saving this review, but now is the time as last weekend I finally heard it on the radio. I just can't hold it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vocals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fergie works it bouncing between coy and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sounds like there's an atari game in the background, and the jazzy chorus-lead in define this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Verses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Strong performances. A full part of the song working hand-in-hand with the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The girl can't help it, it's just too catchy. But the drums, more than the lyrics, are what get stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Is there one? I guess it's the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Breakdown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I think I'd like this song better without the Fergie heart-to-heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm not sure "clumsy" is the word to describe this song's subject. It works, but I could have imagined a song about being "clumsy" and "fumbling" as being more touchy feely in the literal sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit Potential &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Drink lots of water for this one, it's going to be HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-2115361813052474110?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/2115361813052474110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=2115361813052474110' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/2115361813052474110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/2115361813052474110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/09/clumsy-fergie-lyrics-anticipation-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-8284526461734903796</id><published>2007-09-06T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:40:21.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Umbrella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie Digby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UC Berkeley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dailycal.org/images/art/07.15.Marie.digby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://dailycal.org/images/art/07.15.Marie.digby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.findinternettv.com/Video,item,1717414577.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Marie Digby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyred.com/lyrics/Marie+Digby/Umbrella/Umbrella/"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anticipation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; One of you loyal readers sent me this article about the &lt;a href="http://www.emailthis.clickability.com/et/emailThis?clickMap=viewThis&amp;etMailToID=1153252778"&gt;manufactured-ness of pop&lt;/a&gt;, to which I say who cares. Pop is all about being fun to listen to, no matter how you find out about it or how good the artist is. It should be fun, catchy, and memorable. With that said, I decided to take on the artist, Marie Digby, who is a blatant liar about her climb to fame. But she does something that perhaps even she did not intend: &lt;a href="http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-stop-music-rihanna-lyrics.html"&gt;Digby answers the Rihanna question&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song has kind of had a life of its own, getting radio play and, where I heard it first, on an episode of The Hills, which really boosted its popularity. The artist also has history: she attended UC Berkeley for a year and even had a &lt;a href="http://www.dailycal.org/article.php?id=15640"&gt;story in the Daily Cal&lt;/a&gt; for her singing ability at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vocals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;More sincere than Rihanna, the singing actually makes this song sound like it's about friendship and not electronic rain or something. But, c'mon, it's not like Digby's that much more talented than robotic Rihanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's acoustic guitar. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Verses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I like the verses understatedness, but the chorus is a much stronger performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well sung, but boring with only acoustic guitar behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; BECAUSE...when the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Breakdown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wait, where's Jay-Z on this version?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whoa! It's a song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit Potential &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It has a life of its own, although it's living off the original. Popular, but not a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-8284526461734903796?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/8284526461734903796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=8284526461734903796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/8284526461734903796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/8284526461734903796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/09/umbrella-marie-digby-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-1566446733125311766</id><published>2007-09-02T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:44:11.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a Slave 4 U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gimme More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/eo/thumb/8/84/Britney_Spears.jpg/300px-Britney_Spears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/eo/thumb/8/84/Britney_Spears.jpg/300px-Britney_Spears.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=E-UUkxe3524"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gimme More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/give-me-more-lyrics-britney-spears.html"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anticipation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When America's Mickey Mouse Club superstar turned whore of a mother pop star is staging a comeback, the stakes don't really get any higher. Unless it's divorce. Or child custody battles. Or vag flashing. But then, that's just what it took to get Britney to her new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vocals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Britney doesn't really have to try on this song as no talent is required. It sounds more like talking than singing everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Reminiscent of I'm a Slave 4 U's more club oriented sound than radio appeal, Gimme More comes from the same vein. It's flat for a dance track, however. One might wish that the track gave us more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Verses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The song is actually the best in the verses. Britney shines in a low, red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Clearly the worst part of the song. It's only two words. Not even Britney can pull off a two word chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I guess it's the two word chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Breakdown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Instead of the breakdown, I'd like to discuss the intro. The first, radio-unfriendly line of the song had me ROFLCOPTERing. It will be the hook that everyone throws around. I already have started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They're bad, even for a pop song. I don't understand why the slut trys to veil her desires through bad puns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Center of attention, even when you're up against the wall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got me in a crazy position&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're on a mission&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got my permission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit Potential &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't think it will be enough to stage a comeback a la Hung Up. This is definitely a Princess of Pop comeback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-1566446733125311766?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/1566446733125311766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=1566446733125311766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/1566446733125311766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/1566446733125311766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/09/gimme-more-britney-spears-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-5768087609434654269</id><published>2007-09-02T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:53:14.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sean Kingston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rnbjunk.com/immagini/sean0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.rnbjunk.com/immagini/sean0706.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=kmcmTE7NIAY"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sean Kingston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/me-love-lyrics-sean-kingston.html"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anticipation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The follow up single to the MTV-censored-to-death-for-no-good-reason "Beautiful Girls", I was interested to see if Sean Kingston was a one trick pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vocals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Average performance. The backup are better than the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's a Carribean-esque track with big, proud steel drums and a reggae beat. I'm feeling the tropical heat just writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Verses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The first a little slow, but you're getting in the tropix groove. Then comes the rhyming and you know you're looking for pina colada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ruled by the hook, the chorus could have drunk beach partiers going for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooohhhh, why'd you have to go away from home" is sooooooooooo fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The break down sizzles up to the scorching hot final chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Miss you song belied by its fun Carribean beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit Potential &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Already on it's way up. It ends when the heat starts dissipating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-5768087609434654269?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/5768087609434654269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=5768087609434654269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/5768087609434654269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/5768087609434654269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/09/me-love-sean-kingston-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-2196840843764719678</id><published>2007-08-29T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:54:11.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Stop the Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sportsvideos.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/rihanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://sportsvideos.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/rihanna.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/dont-stop-the-music-lyrics-rihanna.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Stop the Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/dont-stop-the-music-lyrics-rihanna.html"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anticipation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; After reading &lt;a href="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/record_review/43487-good-girl-gone-bad"&gt;Pitchfork's review&lt;/a&gt; of Rihanna's latest album, Good Girl Gone Bad, I was anxious to hear more. I was also interested to see if Rihanna had more than Umbrella up her sleeve and if the other singles would leave me with the same question: What would this sound like if anybody but Rihanna had done it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vocals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In a rather chant-like tone, Rihanna gets this song out on the beat. Production effects make it sound like she was carrying the note, but it's really just echo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Sharp beats. I wish the beat that starts the song were used more, especially at the end. There's an MJ sample, particularly well used in the breakdown. It has a mashup-like quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Verses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To steal a word, "robotic". Verses are toned down compared to the rest of the song, but still provide enough to dance out to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Starts with a powerful crescendo of beat, sample, and saturated vocals. Rihanna could be saying anything to this beat-sample combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;While you can certainly sing-along, the song's a little flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The MJ sample makes you wonder why the King of Pop was never making dance tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's unfortunate that the more fun lyrics are in the verses where they're not highlighted and the chorus has rather dull ones. Every Rihanna song seems to fit "naughty" in someplace, as does this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit Potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I smell big success, but it won't reach the heights of Umbrella unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-2196840843764719678?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/2196840843764719678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=2196840843764719678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/2196840843764719678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/2196840843764719678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-stop-music-rihanna-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-3881721595234768893</id><published>2007-08-27T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:55:30.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fergie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Eyed Peas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicole Scherzinger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pussycat Dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Got It From My Mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will.i.am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mympo.com/team/william.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.mympo.com/team/william.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=APHm8DbYkL0"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Got It From My Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Will.i.am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/i-got-it-from-my-mama-lyrics-will-i-am.html"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anticipation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Usually songs with any Black Eyed Peas members succeed, especially when it's all four together. With the BEP future undisclosed (with Fergie's solo career in progress), can the rest of the group find solo success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: a lot of P2P searches turn up saying this song features Nicole from the Pussycat Dolls. It doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vocals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Will.i.am delivers a solid performance. The chick voice tight-ropes on a line of tweeniness and tartiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The beats are simple, and go on a little too long before a change up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Verses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm listening to this song on repeat, and I can't remember what the verse sounds like. Unremarkable apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This track proves word economy has no impact on catchiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Definitely there. A sugary "I got it from my mama" x4 is all it takes to have you coyly looking at yourself in your rear-view mirror reading the line with a different face each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Made for a club, the "if you're pretty making some noise" will have crowds cheering. YEA-YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm left confused whether this song is praising mamas or hating on their daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit Potential &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It'll get some respect from the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-3881721595234768893?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/3881721595234768893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=3881721595234768893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/3881721595234768893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/3881721595234768893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-got-it-from-my-mama-will.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-8999855202804875063</id><published>2007-08-26T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T20:26:05.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trapped in the Closet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a Flirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Social Scene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R. Kelly'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/ap/27c82abc-d3b3-4dce-a6f4-966697adc4e6.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/ap/27c82abc-d3b3-4dce-a6f4-966697adc4e6.widec.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=-YPaPSyU-Vc"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a Flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;R. Kelly vs Broken Social Scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/im-a-flirt-lyrics-r-kelly.html"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anticipation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; As opposed to the usual mashup problem (good song + good song = shit), I was told this one was more like good*good=good^2. And this was from a person without mathematical qualifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vocals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Do you remember Trapped in the Closet? The vocals are like that at the end of each line--an extension toward higher notes, similar to asking a question. So annoying. The MCing is pretty fast, though, R. Kelly doesn't do any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Broken Social Scene brings the house down in this one. It makes the song both interesting and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Verses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Underwhelming. Most attention is focused on the MCs who spit words deadpan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Clearly the best part of the song. Particularly the later chorus that also takes the place of the breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The song really lacks a hook. "I'm a flirt" maybe singable, but it doesn't get stuck in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; See chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; There are a lot of words to this song, but none of them particularly interesting. I don't really wanting to worship R. Kelly by singing his ladies man warning to all the b/fs out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit Potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; None. Mashups have no potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Note &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-8999855202804875063?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/8999855202804875063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=8999855202804875063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/8999855202804875063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/8999855202804875063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-flirt-r.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-1189845441285592899</id><published>2007-08-25T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T00:24:28.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin Timberlake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FutureSex/LoveSounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kanye West'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ayo Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 Cent'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://entimg.msn.com/i/mu/0-10/50cent/50cent_300x298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 294px;" src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/mu/0-10/50cent/50cent_300x298.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Na4x2Uwflmg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayo Technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;50 Cent feat. Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/ayo-technology-lyrics-50-cent.html"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anticipation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;With all the 50 Cent/Kanye West drama, all releases are getting loads of attention to see who wins most first week sales. 50's solo career could be over if his tracks aren't hot enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vocals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; By the slow saying of the words in this song, it sounds like 50's getting a bit lazy. He'll give you this hit since he has to. Similarly, Timberlake gives a good performance as the featured artist, although there's no challenge here as it sounds exactly like a track off FutureSex/LoveSounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A bit too Atari for my tastes--it has crazy synths in the bg like "Do It". Obviously they're supposed to represent technology, but it's too trite and not very interesting. And more importantly, WHERE IS THE BEAT IN THIS SONG?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Verses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Such a snooze. No interest in the vocals or lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I like the chorus in the way that anything off FutureSex/LoveSounds is great, but it doesn't really offer anything except for more of Timberlake's recent sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Same as chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Breakdown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4 x "&lt;/span&gt;Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you" is a fuckin' weak breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm not going to knock it for sticking to hip-hop's typical themes--girls, sex, sex with girls--but there are no bonus points for cleverness. Perhaps the worst part of the song is that it's not particularly clear why its called "Ayo Technology"; it's not like the song is about &lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=0FDYCh4m_TY"&gt;supertechy, sexy spying&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit Potential &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's 50. It's Justin. We'll see it in the top 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-1189845441285592899?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/1189845441285592899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=1189845441285592899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/1189845441285592899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/1189845441285592899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/08/ayo-technology-50-cent-feat.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-3788271520038892148</id><published>2007-08-24T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T12:42:00.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nelly Furtado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://entimg.msn.com/i/gal/NellyFurtado/nellyFurtado3_cr_AnthonyMandler_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/gal/NellyFurtado/nellyFurtado3_cr_AnthonyMandler_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vlz4fRzxBsQ"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/nelly_furtado_lyrics_240/loose_lyrics_28817/do_it_lyrics_314675.html"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anticipation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I had to go to Wikipedia on this one. This is Nelly Furtado's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sixth &lt;/span&gt;North American single off her album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loose&lt;/span&gt;. That's incredible as most albums struggle to get to three. But more than that, the bilingual album has spawned even more hits already with its Spanish-language songs such as "No Hay Iqual" and "Te Busque". I wasn't setting my sights high because "Promiscuous", "Maneater", "Say It Right", and "All Good Things (Come to an End)" are hard singles to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vocals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Does Nelly ever have bad vocals? Why would she now? Throughout the song, she demonstrates that she understands the song, dragging out the flirty lines, playfully skipping through the hook, and rocking the obscure breakdown in falsetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The synthesizers go crazy in the background making a Bubblicious hit. Sometimes, it sounds arcade, but in a good way. It's an unexpected 1UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The verses are where the song shines. They are the personality of the song and give meaning to the dance-beat-two-letter-word-heavy single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The chorus has a great sound and flow, but the preponderance of two-letter words leaves it feeling vapid and somewhat boring to sing along to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;While the lyrics cleverly blend the senses into confusion, it's not clear what is next and becomes too hard to remember. Moreover, it changes slightly through the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just a little look has got me feeling things&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just a little taste has got me seeing things&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just a little touch has got me off the chains&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Doing things that I don't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It hurts to say, but the hook underwhelms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Somewhat uncalled for, it does a poor job of making me want to listen to the end of the song. The falsetto feels out of place, but executed well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Simple works here. They tell the story of Nelly spotting a cutie and wanting to get closer without becoming inane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit Potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh, it'll make the charts. Unfortunately, this one's going to be under appreciated because it is the sixth single. I think it'll make it to #10 before a slow descent off the chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-3788271520038892148?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/3788271520038892148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=3788271520038892148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/3788271520038892148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/3788271520038892148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-it-nelly-furtado-lyrics-anticipation.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-5996811730899904426</id><published>2007-08-24T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:15:34.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer Pratt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi Montag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Real Housewives of Orange County'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stereogum.com/img/heidi_spencer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.stereogum.com/img/heidi_spencer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://a1135.g.akamai.net/f/1135/18227/1h/cchannel.download.akamai.com/18227/podcast/LOSANGELES-CA/KIIS-FM/HEIDIPREMIRERE.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Body Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Heidi Montag feat. Spencer Pratt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/body-language-lyrics-heidi-montag.html"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anticipation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We weren't hoping for much here since Heidi is best known for being the bad best friend on The Hills. We had no idea she was trying to become a recording artist either. The one thing this does, though, is boost our interest in Jo from The Real Housewives of Orange County's recording career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Heidi's track carries as much baggage as the three seasons of Laguna Beach and two seasons of The Hills that launched her to fame. While I'd normally ignore the drama, it is a big part of this track's success and timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vocals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's really the vocals that break the song. If nothing else, it's clearly the inexperience that spoils what could have been a hot track. The vocals are weak; every line sounds like it should be sung much harder, especially in a dance single. Heidi's voice is barely audible above the sampling. Moreover, when we get to the rap, one can hear Pratt's gasps for air--a hallmark of poor MC-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is really trying, though. With no high notes to miss, Heidi catches a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The song smartly relies on a sample of Yazoo's "Situation" to distract from the vocals and recall feelings of good times. And relies it does as the music goes nowhere. And it is the music that makes the song grow on you before you're finally over all of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Boring and empty. Filling time until the chorus with the sample.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The bridge is where we really hear Heidi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;let me follow your lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;baby come on control me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;come over take on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finally get to the chorus it's more bland, and sounds like someone else's vocals masked as Heidi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Read my body language", as a command, fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In this case, it's Pratt's rap. Not particularly fast, but it does a good job of breaking up the song, although the subsequent climax isn't as high as I'd expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They seem to follow the audience's view of Heidi's on screen personality--focusing on being controlled and inviting male attention--and play on these control issues as though being sexually dominated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy whatcha waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come and take control over me me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show authority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing aside from the lyrics, such as Heidi's tone of voice, convey an understanding or interpretation of this satire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hit Potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We might see it break onto the charts, but a lesson for Heidi: drama doesn't sustain a radio hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-5996811730899904426?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/5996811730899904426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=5996811730899904426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/5996811730899904426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/5996811730899904426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/08/body-language-heidi-montag-feat.html' title=''/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963282195948914440.post-6567243872056098225</id><published>2007-08-24T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:25:11.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LMSP'/><title type='text'>Welcome to LMSP</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Love Me Some Pop, better abbreviated LMSP. You'll probably wish you were inebriated while reading LMSP sometimes as we, royally of course, will breakdown some really bad pop songs. We'll also, still royally, discuss the good ones. What comes is the introductory format so you'll know how to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anticipation:&lt;/span&gt; Is there any reason this song is supposed to be good or bad before we even hear it? What's the hype?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vocals: &lt;/span&gt;The singing/rapping/artist performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; All of the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verses: &lt;/span&gt;What they sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt; The part you sing over and over and over and over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hook: &lt;/span&gt;It's THAT line. You know, THAT one that everybody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakdown: &lt;/span&gt;The break between the verses, chorus, and everything else. It can be instrumental, a rap, a collaborating artist, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics: &lt;/span&gt;Almost last because if it's catchy, they aren't that important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hit Potential: &lt;/span&gt;Where's it gonna land on the charts&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Note: &lt;/span&gt;Where we tell you what you should do with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The format has been adapted from the hit blog &lt;a href="http://www.cat-boba.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobalicious &lt;/a&gt;to whom we owe many thanks for inspiration. And we couldn't have done it without fueling up on &lt;a href="http://choicechow.wordpress.com"&gt;Choice Chow&lt;/a&gt; either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963282195948914440-6567243872056098225?l=lovemesomepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/feeds/6567243872056098225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963282195948914440&amp;postID=6567243872056098225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/6567243872056098225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963282195948914440/posts/default/6567243872056098225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemesomepop.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome-to-lmsp.html' title='Welcome to LMSP'/><author><name>J Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02271155185160471237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
