Every summer is often defined by that one massive pop hit, that one song that so thoroughly dominates the airwaves that it will lurk in your memories of that summer for years to come whether you like it or not. And as much as I would love for the Radioheads and My Morning Jackets and Minus The Bears of the world to dominate the summer with a monster hit, I’ve accepted that it’ll probably never happen. Not unless I one day gain the power to reshape mainstream culture to fit my own taste. There’s probably an X-Men character who can do that.
Last year the title was pretty much handed to Katy Perry’s “California Gurls” the instant it was released. This left me to wonder if I was the only person on Earth who realized that “California Gurls” was a blatant rewrite of Ke$ha’s “Tik Tok,” a song that already irritated the crap out of me the first time around. Hell, I still have memories of being the only kid alive in 1996 who didn’t want to learn the stupid Macarena. And if I ever hear “Livin’ La Vida Loca” or “All Star” again, it will be too soon. I guess the lesson is that no matter what the song of the summer ends up being, by the end of that summer simply hearing the first new notes of that damn song will be enough to drive you utterly mad.
So with the summer of 2011 officially underway, let’s take a look at some randomly chosen contenders from this week’s Hot 100. The fun begins after the jump!
DANCE! Nothing left for me to do but DANCE off these bad times I’m going through! Just dance! Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby!
…ENJOY THE GENIUS.
Yeah, I know it doesn’t connect to the lyrics like these ETG intros usually do. But it’s my blog and my rules, so fuck it.
In this installment of ENJOY THE GENIUS, we’ll be taking a look back at some of pop culture’s most memorable dance crazes. No, you won’t be seeing stuff like the Twist or the Charleston or the Electric Slide or the Hustle. Come on, people. It’s an ENJOY THE GENIUS post. What do you think you’re going to see?
You’ll find out after the jump. And no, I don’t mean this kind of jump…
(By the way, what’s with the boob scanning? Is Patrick Jumpen some kind of early Terminator prototype that they tested by having him scan girls for nice boobs just to see if the processors were working properly? I can scan boobs just fine on my own, thank you very much. I don’t need some kind of computer chip in my brain to tell me when a girl has a nice rack. And if you’re at work and hate your job, just click that link and you’ll be fired in no time!)