It's been a wonderfully indecisive week here at Tunesday headquarters. I currently have several half-baked posts but can't finish any of them. I will blame delayed trauma from the hail storm for my scattered thoughts and inability to type coherently. Regardless, I soldier on. And with a new feature, no less — Songs #theMJ wants me to dislike.
First, for those of you who don't follow me on Twitter, you might be asking what the heck is #theMJ. Good question! He's the DJ at my office. What? Your office doesn't have a DJ? Weird.
Anyway, the MJ kicks out the jams from 7:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m., pumping up our sales staff and sometimes the editors. I'm an editor, and not all of the songs I hear are awesome. You can't please everyone; it's a tough gig. When the MJ plays something I especially like or loathe, I'll let my Tweeps know about it. Sometimes, the MJ nails it. When he first came across Santigold's "Disparate Youth," I declared the MJ nailed it.
Weeks later, I've come to the conclusion he reaaaaally likes this song. My colleagues and I hear it quite often. What's not to like? I fell in love with it back in April, when Santigold released her latest album, "Master of My Make-Believe." The first single makes quite a statement, what with all the repetition — repetitive vocal pattern, repetitive drum beat, repetitive arpeggiated piano chords. You see where I'm going with this, right. It just loops over and over. I'd get dizzy if it weren't for the machine gun guitar that occasionally breaks up the monotony. Only near the end of the song does Santi change up her vocal with a too-little, too-late outro. What we have here is a good song that doesn't hold up on multiple listens. That odd video isn't helping matters out either, now is it?
I cannot fault anyone for bobbing along to "Disparate Youth." Just heed my warning; you will tire of it after multiple listens. Twenty should do it.
How about you? What formerly awesome song has worn out its welcome after multiple listens?