fly, o my, it’s a li’l bit scary
(or: march 22’s honey from the hive)
posted at 5:39 am by brandon in sweet you rock and sweet you roll
Keri Hilson — “Pretty Girl Rock” (from No Boys Allowed
I’m not a girl, and my degree of prettiness is continually up for debate, so you’d have to figure that, as is the case with most other tunes of this particular stripe, this standard-issue female empowerment anthem would pass right by me without incident. And yet, how can you possibly resist Hilson here, Rock-ing in full-on diva-next-door mode, particularly on this track’s knockout opening minute, which finds Miss Keri scatting and strutting her way through a ferociously frisky reintroduction to the music world at large. (I’m being quite sincere when I tell you that, using this song’s elegantly electrifying Keri / very / scary / dairy-air rhyme scheme as a template after listening to it on a non-stop loop, I’ve spent the past couple of months trying to come up with a similar verse that utilizes my own name as brilliantly and easily as “Pretty” uses hers —
My name is Brandon / I’m so… (candid? landlocked? Mirandized?) — and, thus far, have come up with bupkes. But what I do know is this: why this isn’t the biggest smash at top 40 radio right now and mopping the floor with that ratty-haired trashy tart Ke$ha and her decidedly non-pretty brand of petri-dish pop is the head-scratcher of this still-young new year.)
