Ever since I saw Clint Eastwood's speech at the RNC, I have been thinking about the song, "Empty Chairs at Empty Tables." That thought finally gave birth to the idea of Le Ms. -- A recasting of Les Miserables in the context of today's political climate. I don't see myself writing the story, but I did come up with the song list for the soundtrack:
Act I
Prologue: A Work - The American People At the End of the Day - The US Congress I Dreamed a Dream - Hillary Clinton Lovely Ladies - Bill Clinton Arrest - The OWS Protesters The Runaway Cart - Ben Bernanke and the Federal Reserve Board of Governors Who am I? - Barack Obama Come to Me - Sandra Fluke The Confrontation - John Boehner, Barack Obama Castle on a Cloud - Sandra Fluke Master of the House - Bill Clinton The Bargain (Waltz of Treachery) - Barack Obama, Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi Look Down - Anthony Weiner Red and Blue - The American People Do You Hear the People Sing? - The TEA Party A Heart Full Of Love - Barney Frank and Chris Dodd One Day More - Barack Obama
Act II
On My Own - Sandra Fluke Little People - Joe Biden First Attack - Rush Limbaugh A Little Fall of Rain - Al Gore Drink With Me - the Ghost of Ted Kennedy Bring Him Home - The Republican Party and Independents Dog Eats Dog - Barack Obama Turning - The TEA Party Empty Chairs at Empty Tables - Clint Eastwood The Election Choral - Mitt Romney and the Republican Party Beggars at the Feast - Bill and Hillary Clinton Finale - The American People
Today is my nephew's birthday. Happy Birthday, Josh.
For Josh's birthday, I wanted to e-mail him an iTunes gift certificate. I found out this is possible on Apple's website. Yesterday, I tried to purchase the gift certificate, but when I clicked on the link, it told me I had to download iTunes (for FREE, YAY!). I don't use iTunes and I didn't want iTunes, but I went ahead and downloaded it.
I did not see an obvious way to buy the gift certificate in iTunes so I went back to the apple website and clicked the link there. It opened the iTunes store and I started my purchase. I entered my information, Josh's information, and a gift message. I clicked "continue" and it asked me if I had an apple ID. I had to create one. Once I created the ID and verified it, I had to re-start my iTunes gift certificate purchase. I re-entered my information, submitted my order, and got this:
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It is as if Apple was determined NOT to take my money. After wrestling with iTunes store, I went to Amazon.com and sent him a gift certificate in 2 easy steps. Happy Birthday, Josh. I hate Apple.
Yes, more vacuous bubble-gum dance-drivel. If you haven't heard the Friday song, prepare for the musical equivalent of fingernails on a chalkboard. Not only has this song gone viral, it has also spurred a number of parodies. My favorite, so far, is the barbershop quartet version.
What this song needs is some Charlie Sheen. A little tiger blood would take it to the next level.
After hearing the lyrics to J-Lo's "On the Floor," I am convinced she must be an English Lit major.
I saw the video premier on American Idol. As I watched, I was struck by contrast between the stunning imagery and hollow lyrics. Each time the song almost got really good, she would go back to repeating the title and the quality would fall "on the floor." She is an American Idol judge telling contestants that they need to stretch themselves musically, but her latest video is vacuous bubble-gum dance-drivel.
I found the lyrics online and copied them so you could see just how profound they are:
[Pitbull] J-LO!
[Jennifer Lopez] It's a new generation of party people
[Pitbull] Get on the floor (dale) Get on the floor (dale) RedOne
[Jennifer Lopez] Let me introduce you to my party people In the club... huh
[Pitbull] I'm loose And everybody knows I get off the chain Baby it's the truth I'm like Inception I play with your brain So don't sleep or snooze I don't play no games so don't-don't-don't get it confused no Cause you will lose yeah Now pu-pu-pu-pu-pump it up And back it up like a Tonka truck Dale!
[Jennifer Lopez] If you go hard you gotta get on the floor If you're a party freak then step on the floor If your an animal then tear up the floor Break a sweat on the floor Yeah we work on the floor Don't stop keep it moving Put your drinks up Pick your body up and drop it on the floor Let the rhythm change your world on the floor You know we're running sh*t tonight on the floor Brazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza, Straight to LA, New York, Vegas to Africa
[Chorus] Dance the night away Live your life and stay young on the floor Dance the night away Grab somebody, drink a little more Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tonight we gon' be it on the floor Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala
[Verse 2] I know you got it Clap your hands on the floor And keep on rockin' Rock it up on the floor If you're a criminal, kill it on the floor Steal it quick on the floor, on the floor Don't stop keep it moving Put your drinks up Its getting ill It's getting sick on the floor We never quit, we never rest on the floor If I ain't wrong we'll probably die on the floor Brazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza, Straight to LA, New York, Vegas to Africa
[Chorus] Dance the night away, Live your life and stay young on the floor Dance the night way, Grab somebody drink a little more Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tonight we gon' be it on the floor Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
[Pibull] That badonka donk is like a trunk full of bass on an old school Chevy Seven tray donkey donk All I need is some vodka and some coke And watch and she gon' get donkey konged Baby if you're ready for things to get heavy I get on the floor and act a fool if you let me Dale Don't believe me just bet me My name ain't Keath but I see why you Sweat me L.A. Miami New York Say no more get on the floor
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tonight we gon' be it on the floor Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tonight we gon' be it on the floor Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
On the other hand, maybe I am looking at this all wrong. The people on the dance floor probably aren't looking for deep lyrics--they may not care if there are any lyrics at all. They probably just want mindless bass-thumping so they can time their butt-bumping. No wonder this song is a hit.
