Fun With Ann Coulter, a Deeply Disturbed Woman

Just in time to take your mind off all that Solange beating the crap out of JayZ nonsense, here's Ann Coulter, making an ass out of herself, as per usual.  

This all began when Michelle Obama tweeted a pic of herself with the hashtag #BringBackOurGirls (an act Rush Limbaugh termed as 'pathetic') .

Well, Ann couldn't possibly pass up the opportunity to promote her own twisted world view, so she tweeted the  following:

I  propose we all have some fun at Ann's expense.

Right click, copy and save the following blank page photo of Ann.

Then open it in MSPaint or some other program, create your own loving memory of Ann, and then tweet, twitter, and/or blog it.   Or at least share it with me (uptonking@hotmail.com)

I think Ann would really like it.  She's been kind of out of the spotlight lately and could use the publicity.  Think of it as a campaign in her honor - to honor all the hate and misinformation she has spread like an STD throughout the land.

Details and some great examples can be found at Huffington Post: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/05/12/ann-coulter-hashtag-backlash_n_5311319.html?cps=gravity

Oh, what the hell.... one more!

And...

Have fun, kids!

Pop Music Round-Up: Winter 2014

Time to take a few swats at all the gadflies currently on radio's radar.

It’s not good, boys and girls.  I was feeling hopeful at the end of 2013, believing that pop music might save itself, but I was wrong.  I only wish pop would eat itself.  

It currently seems hell-bent on eating tiny portions of my brain matter.  Each time Enrique Iglesias’ ‘I’m A Freak’ plays on the radio, another puppy is killed inside my head.   

Thanks a lot, Robin Thicke.

Dark Horse

Katy Perry Featuring Juicy J

This one finds the normally sharper than a tack Perry in ‘E.T.’ mode.  That works just fine, as that is a sound that suits her voice, keeping it in a lower register for at least part of the song.  It’s Juicy J’s contribution that pretty much sinks this one to an all-time low, thanks to the inclusion of one of the worst name-drops in rap history (“She eats your heart out, like Jeffrey Dahmer”).  How that ever passed through the quality check machine that is Katy Perry, I don’t know, but then, there seems to be something amiss with her whole ‘Prism’ phase.  Katy?  We like it when you are funny, wry, with tongue firmly planted in cheek.  Check?

Drunk In Love

Beyonce Featuring Jay Z

“How the hell does this shit happen”, indeed.  Tired of Jay Z and B-Bouncy complaining about their fame and fortune.  Fuck them both.  This woman cannot sing (she sort of throat bellows).  And Jay Z’s shtick is so tired and old – the constant name-dropping is so over – I think he should invest some of his fortune in a rapper’s retirement home and then, move in.  The lyrics for the song itself are so random as to render the song without any meaning.  Surf board?  Naw, simply bored.  Dull, dull, dull.

XO

Beyonce

And then, again.  As far as B-Bouncy goes, this is as good as it gets.  The production on this one lands this plane perfectly.  Love the pulse and sensual feel.  Yes, the lady threatens to careen into her usual over-sing mode, but fortunately the song itself holds her in check and she manages to create a career first; a song that doesn’t cause me excruciating physical pain. In fact, I’ll go so far as to say I ‘heart’ it.

Talk Dirty

Jason Derulo Featuring 2 Chainz

Thank you, Robin Thicke.  Due to the success of ‘Blurred Lines’, we now will be assaulted by empty nonsense like Mr. Derulo’s current offering.  I love the middle eastern instrumental touches (cliché as they are), but loathe pretty much everything else.  It’s not sexy, it’s not dirty, nor is it terribly interesting. 

Happy

Pharrell Williams

Go on; try not to like this one.  It’s a soul throwback with plenty of repetition, pep, and energy.  Whether it proves to be as annoying as Bobbi McFerrin’s much maligned ode remains to be seen, but for now… Pharrell has hit a sweet spot, injecting a rush of positivity into an otherwise sex-obsessed pop world.  

Team

Lorde

Remember Lily Tomlin’s ‘Lud and Marie’ sketches?  The one featuring the teenage daughter who would run to her room at the end of the hall and slam the door in protest to her parent’s inane ramblings?  That girl?  That’s Lorde.  Lorde would be the roommate from hell; sulky, glowering, and a tad unjustifiably angry all the time.  ‘Team’ is ‘Royals’ part deux, as pretentious as it is revelatory.  She’s a talent.  She’s a future punch line. 

Pompeii

Bastille

Can’t warm up to this one.  Would love to hear it minus all the pomp and circumstance.  At its core, there’s a decent song in there.  It’s simply gussied up in a rather unbecoming way – like a toddler in full make-up. 

Story Of My Life

One Direction

If you haven’t seen parody / shred video by SamRick , go see it immediately.  It is much more interesting than the original.  The song itself?  Much more mature than you would expect of a bunch of teen idols.  This finds One Direction in adult contemporary mode, singing a song that would be far more meaningful coming out of someone’s mouth who has experienced a bit more of actual life.  However, unlike the similarly pitched ‘Little Things’, this one has the public panting for more.  It’s upbeat and poppy, catchy as hell.  Yes, a tad empty, but really only due to the fact that the song feels ingenuous springing from the mouths of babes still getting used to the idea of having pubic hair (or not).

Can't Remember To Forget You

Shakira Featuring Rihanna

Utterly forgettable dance tripe.  Nothing more than an excuse to get these two ladies grinding the wall in a video and a means of making some cash.  Music this empty has not existed since the death knell of disco or the apex of 1980’s synth pop. Ummm… sorry… already forgotten, ladies.

Burn

Ellie Goulding

Love this song.  Love its slight build, the bridge into the chorus, and the driving chorus itself.  Yes, Goulding’s vocals are the airy fluff of pixies and faeries, but this is a solid, driven pop song and one of her best efforts to date.

The Man

Aloe Blacc

This one is a little slight, even with the Elton John sample.  I like the horns and its overall retro soul vibe.  Problem is, Mr. Blacc’s voice is serviceable at best.  I thought that same thing about the Avicci single (though it did add a touch of warmth to that effort).  Still, this makes for nice air filler, sort of a throwback to 1972-74.

Show Me

Kid Ink Featuring Chris Brown

In this slow burn, built on a sample of the Robin S dance classic, ‘Show Me Love’, Kid Ink and Chris Brown serve up the typical bling-obsessed, smooth Lothario misogyny that rules the hip hop charts.  This stuff goes down just fine, but it lacks even a whiff of originality.  If it wasn’t for the sample, this one would have never garnered the attention it has. And, yeah, Chris Brown is a still a total ass-wipe punk.  And not the fun kind, either.  We are all waiting for the day he gets what’s coming to him, am I right?  I ‘haterz’ him.

Let It Go

Idina Menzel

Rather amazed that this is as popular as it is.  As far as song structure goes, it’s a damn mess and barely coherent.  Then there is the additional problem of Ms. Menzel’s over-the-top vocals.  Yes, her typical vocal mannerisms have been kept in check, but over-singing seems to be her mode of choice for any song she tackles, something that made many of her ‘Glee’ performances ear-shredding experiences.  This one fares a bit better, but it’s still goes full-tilt with predictable Broadway overkill.

Adore You

Miley Cyrus

This is not a good song.  The lyrics seem lazy and haphazard.  The music seems a tad too rote.  Together, they make for an uneasy listen.  The stupid auto-tune doesn’t help matters, either.  Miley seems to be in a clubland / GBL induced haze here.  Adore You?  More like bore you.

Young Girls

Bruno Mars

Possibly the worst, most cringe-inducing song currently wafting its way through my car radio.  Mars sounds like a geriatric Rod Stewart  lusting after ‘young WILD girls’ and there is something so creepy about this whole affair.  Never mind the horrible lyrics or by-the-numbers melody.  This one feels embarrassingly dated and stale.  I don’t think anyone is buying this genderless wonder’s ladies’ man persona at all.  Ish.

Love Me Again

John Newman

Why is this popular?  The vocals are amateurish at best.  I almost burst out laughing when this dude started singing.  He makes Rick Astley sound like a vocal revelation from heaven.  What the hell?  I like the retro thing, that’s fun, and once the backing vocals kick in things are at least tolerable.  But those first few bars?  LMAO

Do What U Want

Lady Gaga Featuring R. Kelly

This is such a sweet lap grinder.  Lady G does a most impressive Xtina as Mr. Kelly brings to the party what he does best.  Works from beat one and something I would never have expected from Gaga.  Hmmm… obviously there is more there than anyone suspected.  I mean, the lady has great pipes and great chops.  More, please.  And... who doesn't love that single's cover?  Grrr, girl.

Hey Brother

Avicii

A ‘Wake Me Up’ also ran.  Every time I hear it I think of that old Ocean song, ‘Put Your Hand in the Hand’.  I can’t wait for this whole hillbilly/folk/dance genre to die the embarrassing death it deserves.  It is an awful, awful idea.

Love Don't Die

The Fray

and

Waiting For Superman

Daughtry

Everything that is wrong with what passes for rock today.  Faceless corporate garbage borrowing from far better sources, this stuff is so indebted it can’t buy its way into the ears of any self-respecting lover of rock and roll. Is to rock music what pink goo is to meat.

I’m A Freak

Enrique Iglesias feat. Pitbull

Enrique once held abundant promise (or am I remembering that wrong).   What the hell happened? (Maybe it was just lust.)  But this marks a new all-time low, and that’s saying a lot considering the bodily waste that preceded it (Tonight I’m F*cking You).  Pitbull shows up and basically pumps one out with the paycheck in mind.  His contribution really does need to be heard to be appreciated, but here are some of his… ummm… words:

Because I'm a freak freak freak freak freak freak freak freak, that, that you know

Now can I get beat-beat-beat-beat-beat-beat-beat, baby back it up nice and slow

I just wanna skip-skip-skip-skip-skip-skip-skip-skip

ride out and go

I came, I saw, I conquered, on to the next, let's go

And, no, I’m not making that up.  This is a ridiculously stupid song, which means it feels right in place with everything else currently gracing the airwaves.  Again, I’m looking in Robin Thicke’s direction.  And something tells me there are a lot more homages in the vein of ‘Blurred Lines’ to come.  Adding to the insult?  That horrible hillbilly dance mash-up sound that is all the rage.  Rage?  Hell yeah, that’s all I feel when I hear this crap.  Possibly the worst song ever.

Worst Pop Music: 2013

Worst Singles:

Holy Grail – Jay Z / Justin Timberlake

The duo that brought us the best single of the year?  They are also responsible for the year’s absolute worst.  That it was as popular as it was makes one question the taste of those who popularize music.  

Justin’s chorus is all saccharine garbage, but the crap that comes out of Jay Z’s trouty pout makes those of us with any sense of fairness want to give him a good whack or two.  Dude needs a reality check; people barely making ends meet don’t want to hear multi-millionaire Jay Z whine about how difficult his life is due to all his money and fame.  

But then to add to the injury?  Name dropping Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’ because… it happens to rhyme?  And then there’s that whole ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ thing. Smells more like desperation, as in Courtney Love must need the money.   

It all adds up to a song created by committee – the members of which should hang their heads in shame.

Timber – Pitbull / Kesha

Pitbull, who I once had a crush on (put back on those dark glasses), will apparently rap on just about anything – see Enrique Iglesias’ latest piece of tripe.  

This one is all on him, with a little help from a Kesha.  Both stars are way beyond their shelf life, so whoring themselves out to the latest fad (hillbilly dance music  - ugh) would seem to be a way to extend their fifteen minutes.  

This one makes the Pitbull / Xtina collaboration ‘Feel This Moment’ almost forgivable.  Truly painful.

Roar – Katy Perry

The little single that failed to live up to its name.  Roar?  This thing barely registers at all.  

The incredibly downer beat is partly to blame, but the thing that sinks this one six feet under are the lamest lyrics ever to spring from Ms. Perry’s pen.  

Katy is best when being ironic and slightly humorous with tongue firmly planted in cheek or merely being cheeky.  Sincere?  Inspirational guru?  Ummm… shop elsewhere.  Hallmark stores sell less stale sentiments of empowerment.

The Fox – Ylvis

The video was one of the funniest things out there this year. I actually like the music and, given different lyrics and subject material, this might be considered a rather catchy tune.  As is?  Annoying beyond belief.  But that is what happens when a novelty item with a shelf life of one week ends up sticking around long after it’s worn out its welcome.  Still, kudos for the name of the group.

Dishonorable Mentions:

Chinese Food – Alison Gold

Makes Christina Perri’s ‘Jar of Hearts’ and Rebecca Black’s ‘Friday’ seem ground breaking, astoundingly deep, and musically revelatory.

Robin Thicke – ‘Blurred Lines’ and ‘Give It 2 Me’

While Prince and Marvin Gaye would both like some of that sweet royalty money, they would be embarrassed to be associated with funk this hollow.

Gas Pedal - Sage the Gemini, WOP – J Dash, Versace – Migos, Bubble Butt – Major Lazer, feat. Bruno Mars, 2 Chainz, Tyga, and Mystic

Ringtones masquerading as music.

Started From the Bottom – Drake

Dude, you are such a liar.  From the bottom?  More like the cushy middle.  Why are you such a liar?

What Now – Rihanna

What now, indeed.  Shrill and simply trying too hard, Rihanna should have run from the recording booth before belching up this one.  Unlistenable.

We Can’t Stop – Miley Cyrus

Laziest piece of crap ever to wash up on the radio. It’s not dance, it’s not great pop, it’s not… interesting.  Can’t stop?  More like never got started. (Love that shout out to the big girls, though.) 

Dark Horse – Katy Perry feat. Juicy J

This one finds the self-appointed self-esteem priestess in ‘E.T.’ mode, which is fine, but it gets dropped on this list for green lighting Juicy J’s dumbest name drop to America’s favorite gay serial killer (“She eats your heart out, like Jeffrey Dahlmer).  

No, I’m not kidding. 

Worst Musical Trend:

Aping Mumford and Sons and putting a dance beat under it. 

Avicii, Pitbull / Kesha, et al.

Hillbilly blue grass dance music sucks .  Stop it already.  

Mumford and Sons are boring enough as is.  Adding a stupid dance beat to the mess only demonstrates a total lack of musicality. 

Like oil and water, some things do not belong together.

Runner Up:

Modern Country

Goes down like a vanilla yogurt / latex paint smoothie.  Yeah, even my gag reflex kicks in. Georgia Florida Line?  Yuck. 

Worst Album:

Elvis Costello / The Roots : Wise Up Ghost

Talk about a stone cold soul killer.  And not in a good way.  I have no idea what either party was thinking.  Possibly the worst team put together since Brad Paisley and LL Cool J.  

Seriously embarrassing and should have never been released.  It’s simply so deadly dull.

Runner-Up:

Music From Baz Luhrmann’s Film: The Great Gatsby

The kind of stuff nightmares are made of.   Some of the worst musical ideas ever committed by a bunch of people too privileged and self-involved to know better – which, ironically, is very much in keeping with F. Scott’s original novel.  Hmmm.  But, no… this stuff is awful.

Worst Artist:

Okay, Kanye, someone has stolen your crown, dude. 

Bruno Mars – that vaguely unctuous, gender-deficient pop star - has pulled ahead, thanks to some of the dumbest lyrics I have ever heard in my life via ‘Gorilla’, ‘Treasure’, ‘When I Was Your Man’, and the astoundingly (and that’s saying a lot considering ‘Gorilla’ is on this list) bad ‘Young Girls’.  

Mr. Mars has worst taste than Paula Deen’s studio audience members.

This man seriously creeps me out.  

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Yeah, there are others that should be on this list…  but who has the time?  And why bother?

Man, this stuff makes me crabby.