So, if you haven't discovered this yet, get ready to have you mind blown. In the iTunes store, at the bottom of the page, there is a section called "Free on iTunes". That's right, free. The first 3-4 items are usually the ones of interest... beyond that, there are free episodes of TV shows I've never heard of, choral recordings from the webmaster's 3rd grader, etc. I don't usually pay attention to that stuff. However, I religiously check those first few songs. Why? Because those are freebies from bands who are trying to promote their new stuff. And that new stuff is often awesome. I have saved myself some money doing this... "Bulletproof" by La Roux? "If I Die Young" by The Band Perry? Free for me, not to mention dozens of other songs that I never would have discovered otherwise and have come to love ("I Am Not a Robot" by Marina & the Diamonds, par exemple) Seriously, check this out and if you even kind of like any of the songs, download them. I am sure there are lots of other places for free music- this is just my preferred avenue.
Anyways, whilst I was making my weekly check of the land of free songs, I noticed that I didn't know a single song that was in the Top 10 list. This isn't unusual- the only time I pay attention to what the kids are listening to these days is when I poke my head out of my work hole and go to the gym. Which has not been happening with the frequency I would like, as of late.
I thought I'd take a quick listen- it'd give me a point of reference when reading the Music section of Entertainment Weekly. I started with Miss Spears... some of her past songs have been my go-to trashy guilty pleasure songs, so I figured this would be another addition to that list. Incorrect. I found some kind of weird, techno song that seemed to be a half-hearted, quasi-seduction of a fellow club rat. Without a genuinely catchy beat, it was impossible to ignore the crassness of the rest of the song, and really, what's the fun in that? Disappointed, I tried again with Pitbull's "Hey Baby." To my dismay, I now found a rappist belting out his misogynistic rhymes over a Euro-pop techno beat. What was going on? Enrique Iglesias, who I have such fond middle school memories of, was encased in a wall of Night at the Roxbury-esque electronic beats.
Did I hop into a time machine and end up at a house party in 1995? Or did I just sleep through the flight to Frankfurt? Seriously, I have not heard this much techno-infused groovin' since I was staying in a hostel in London.
I guess there's nothing really wrong with it. I just never thought that the modern youth of America would share musical tastes with David Hasselhoff in his Baywatch days. Color me perplexed. And ungrooved.