Giving people pleasure at social occasions is the Black Eyed Peas’ M.O. Look, I don’t care for “Celebration” or “Summer Nights” or other wedding and bar mitzvah perennials caring about them is like caring about ice cubes. Songs beloved by colleagues and songs to which I’m supposed to genuflect will get my full hurricane-force winds, but it doesn’t mean that I won’t take shots at a jukebox hero overplayed when I was at a college bar drinking a cranberry vodka in a plastic thimble-sized cup. I promise my readers that my list will when possible eschew obvious selections. I don’t want to hate songs to do so would shake ever-sensitive follicles, and styling gel is expensive. Like a good single, a terrible one reveals itself with airplay and forbearance.
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