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Pick it up, pick it up

It is next to impossible to be in a foul mood while listening to Ska music. No matter what is going wrong all day, if you have a background of ska music, it’s hard to be angry about it.

Remember when Ska was cool back in the mid-90’s? I talking the post Madness coolness of Ska. I wonder if anyone even remembers that Madness was a Ska band at times. I mean, how many people can name a song aside from “Our House”? Does anyone remember the One Step Beyond album? Or Baggy Trousers? I have come to the conclusion that a horn section makes bands cool. Look at Cake … even one horn adds to their coolness.

I think one of the problems I have with music these days is that it’s so fucking angsty. I’m not saying that music hasn’t always been burdened by it’s angst, it has. I’m talking about all these bands that take themselves and the music way, WAAAAY to seriously. Now, when I was younger I liked my share of angsty music, but I had to offset it with other stuff as well. I turn on the radio now and all I hear is this post-grunge-pseudo-punk-wannabe blur of bands that pretty much all sound the same.

I am speaking in generalization of course. There are exceptions of course, but I miss people who are up for a little fun.

Remember those lyrics that were utter non-sense? I mean, like the B-52’s and the Pixies. Hell, even Queen had it’s moments of utter silliness. Rock Lobster? Quiche Loraine? Fat Bottomed Girls? Monkey Gone to Heaven? Ridiculous lyrics that don’t really have to mean anything for it still to be music.

I blame whiny emo boys and their bad haircuts.

Damn you emo boys.

If I could find your leader, I would kick him in the knee. Twice. That would give him something to really whine about. All you emo boys remind me of that kid who would whine and moan and wear black, then go home and secretly sing show tunes to himself. Hey, guess what, I can mindlessly strum four minor chords badly on a guitar too.

So, emo boys, go out and see how many times you can say “pick it up” in ten seconds. Then write a song about a peanut butter and jelly omelet.

Posted by Utopia at January 30, 2007 11:27 AM

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