No matter what the internet tells you, this song is not rapey.
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Robin Thicke and that "song" if you call that music is just awful. What's with his voice? I cringed listening to it just now. My 2 year old thoroughly enjoyed jamming to it though.
JT has talent and this song is nothing like Sexy Back. I could dance for hours to JT! Love him.
This song is eerily like Sexy Back. Comparing the two is like comparing Valencia Oranges with Satsumas.
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Blurred Lines is not meant to have a message. It's not meant to be some anthem of a generation.
It's a fantastic song with a good beat that will be played every summer for decades forth.
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I am laffin at the Arcade Fire as opposed to Thicke.
"Oh, you like the style of music Thicke does? You should listen to Arcade Fire instead."
The two are not remotely comparable or similar. One is not a better alternative in the same genre.
I had to preview Arcade Fire on iTunes. I admit it. I was like, what? How is this even comparable?
I give up trying to get a ticker. I have a DD that is 2.5 years old and is awesome. Maybe I'll add a quote to distinguish myself. Hmmm. How about...
"It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?" - A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
I give up trying to get a ticker. I have a DD that is 2.5 years old and is awesome. Maybe I'll add a quote to distinguish myself. Hmmm. How about...
"It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?" - A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Sookie just became John Harrison in the Klingon Fight Scene.
Singlehandedly destroyed the competition.
Back off, jerks. She's mine.
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The Queens of the Stone Age cover doesn't help anyone's cause who likes the Robin Thicke version. It does highlight that the music is pretty solid, but the lyrics and vocals needed more work. Or perhaps a different singer? The key seems off, and singing falsetto is always a daring (read: often stupid) choice for a male singer.
-My son was born in April 2012. He pretty much rules.
You agree JT is comparable to Selena Gomez and Arcade Fire is a reasonable comparison to make to Robin Thicke?
F'real?
Well now you're just making a Straw Man out of me. You're better than that.
Arcade Fire vs. Robin Thicke = great music vs. meh music.
I never directly compared JT to Selena Gomez. I did directly compare Robin Thicke, admitting it was not the most elegant analogy. I'm painfully unaware of middling female vocalists on the scene these days. Someone else brought up JT, and I certainly implied JT > Robin Thicke.
-My son was born in April 2012. He pretty much rules.
Here's the thing: Male Bragadaccio is almost always a bad idea. Female Bragadaccio also rarely works, except sometimes in cases of "I am better than Her" songs. Songs where a male singer proclaims his own greatness and sexual attractiveness are almost always just silly and modestly pathetic.
Blurred Lines also suffers from not committing fully to parody or trying to be legit. Mackelmore's thrift shop is great in that it directly attacks the superficial bling culture of hip-hop with a sense of levity. Blurred Lines is this weird 50% parody of male self-promotion, yet on the surface it is a song of male self-promotion.
In short, while the music is good, the lyrics are just bad, and the vocals could use some work. There are literally hundreds if not thousands of songs out there that are better and more deserving of your ears. In a year he'll be the next Carly Rae Jepsen. Remember her?
-My son was born in April 2012. He pretty much rules.
Re: Oh, THAT song is Robin Thicke?
It's catchy, and when I was in college and drunk half the time, I imagine singing the shiit out of it.
Now, Robin Thicke and this song creep me out. I guess I'll sit on the "broken" bench.
No matter what the internet tells you, this song is not rapey.
Unable to even.
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You don't understand the appeal of Benedict Cumberbatch / think he's fug / don't know who he is? WATCH SHERLOCK. Until you do, your negative opinion of him will not be taken seriously.
JT has talent and this song is nothing like Sexy Back. I could dance for hours to JT! Love him.
This song is eerily like Sexy Back. Comparing the two is like comparing Valencia Oranges with Satsumas.
Unable to even.
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You don't understand the appeal of Benedict Cumberbatch / think he's fug / don't know who he is? WATCH SHERLOCK. Until you do, your negative opinion of him will not be taken seriously.
Blurred Lines is not meant to have a message. It's not meant to be some anthem of a generation.
It's a fantastic song with a good beat that will be played every summer for decades forth.
Unable to even.
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You don't understand the appeal of Benedict Cumberbatch / think he's fug / don't know who he is? WATCH SHERLOCK. Until you do, your negative opinion of him will not be taken seriously.
I had to preview Arcade Fire on iTunes. I admit it. I was like, what? How is this even comparable?
That's amazing! I love interesting covers.
Sookie just became John Harrison in the Klingon Fight Scene.
Singlehandedly destroyed the competition.
Back off, jerks. She's mine.
Unable to even.
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You don't understand the appeal of Benedict Cumberbatch / think he's fug / don't know who he is? WATCH SHERLOCK. Until you do, your negative opinion of him will not be taken seriously.
It's funny every time I watch it.
2. OMG at that QotSA cover. Amazing!
3. I think Pharrell is the musical genius slash legend of our time.
Robin knows you want it, LD.
The Queens of the Stone Age cover doesn't help anyone's cause who likes the Robin Thicke version. It does highlight that the music is pretty solid, but the lyrics and vocals needed more work. Or perhaps a different singer? The key seems off, and singing falsetto is always a daring (read: often stupid) choice for a male singer.
Well now you're just making a Straw Man out of me. You're better than that.
Arcade Fire vs. Robin Thicke = great music vs. meh music.
I never directly compared JT to Selena Gomez. I did directly compare Robin Thicke, admitting it was not the most elegant analogy. I'm painfully unaware of middling female vocalists on the scene these days. Someone else brought up JT, and I certainly implied JT > Robin Thicke.
Here's the thing: Male Bragadaccio is almost always a bad idea. Female Bragadaccio also rarely works, except sometimes in cases of "I am better than Her" songs. Songs where a male singer proclaims his own greatness and sexual attractiveness are almost always just silly and modestly pathetic.
Blurred Lines also suffers from not committing fully to parody or trying to be legit. Mackelmore's thrift shop is great in that it directly attacks the superficial bling culture of hip-hop with a sense of levity. Blurred Lines is this weird 50% parody of male self-promotion, yet on the surface it is a song of male self-promotion.
In short, while the music is good, the lyrics are just bad, and the vocals could use some work. There are literally hundreds if not thousands of songs out there that are better and more deserving of your ears. In a year he'll be the next Carly Rae Jepsen. Remember her?
El oh motherfracking el Selena Gomez.
Also, I love Sookie.