<p>After a few years of listening to this thing over and over again, I have come to some conclusions about the Christmas song <em>The Little Drummer Boy</em>. And I know you'll be surprised to hear this, but I believe that <em>The Little Drummer Boy</em> is a bullshit story. Let's look at the lyrics shall we?</p>
<p>After a few years of listening to this thing over and over again, I have come to some conclusions about Christmas song <em>Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer</em>. And I know you'll be surprised to hear this, but I believe that <em>Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer</em> is a bullshit story. Let's look at the lyrics shall we?</p>
As the concert begins I will become much too over-stimulated for my own good. It is then that I will demonstrate my appreciation for the present moment by throwing shit. What kind of shit will I throw? All kinds of shit.
I have no clue where I am, and I think the world is ending. Lasers are shooting at me from the stage, and Kanye West is there, dancing and singing like a 14-year-old girl.
I love that new website smell. <br /><br /> Ah, yes. Unless this is some sort of mirage or fluke, PIC 2.0 has finally launched. Barring any server failures, hurricanes, flash floods, earthquakes, tsunamis, thunderstorms, blizzards, car accidents, murders, or any other natural or unnatural disasters, it will stay up. <br />
Hey, do you have a favorite type of music? Awesome, here's why it sucks. Oh, it's indie? Please kill yourself before we have to.
I started thinking more in depth about the current paradox many rappers have set up for themselves: getting money, and throwing money away.
<p>1. His recent Zach Galifianakis <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/us/featured/video/x2nzrs_kanye-west-cant-tell-me-nothin-feat_music?from=rss">collaboration.</a><br /><br />2. Putting 50 Cent's <a href="http://www.sohh.com/articles/article.php/12276">money where his mouth is.</a><br />
Rock isn't dead, it's merely awaiting rebirth like the phoenix. Then it will scorch a blazing path of destruction across the poser music scene.
Certain music wasn't meant to be popular, but somebody forgot to send out that telegraph. See you at Gettysburg for round two.
Some fear the musical equivalent of singing in the shower for an audience, others cautiously embrace it's amateur egotistical appeal.
The N-word, pig's feet, D.L. Hughley, expensive shoes...there's just a lot of stuff that still confuses your average white person.