Well I'm kinda awake again after all that sleep. But really the only reason I got out of bed was the exam I have to do during swotvac, which isn't cool at all. 60 questions written around the presentation of 50 images doesn't make for much fun. Considering I took days to 'study' for this test it really seems a bit underwhelming when the slides and questions are presented in less than 40 minutes.
It's funny how exams are really a test of people's short term memory, cramming all through the morning before the test only to forget the answers to the most obvious questions. As if someone would be able to identify the names, architects and dates of 50 something buildings without a single hitch. On certain occasions I'd be lucky to even remember where I live.
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My sister is doing an assignment for her course (Aii! Communications, is phony degree!) which involves her analysing a song for hidden meanings and presumably post hypnotic triggers Manchurian Candidate (or for a more modern example, Zoolander) style. At the moment she said that, for some reason 'Backstreet's Back' by the Backstreet Boys came to mind. Cos when you think about it really really hard there are so many levels to this song. For example:
- They were apparently gone for a while, on holiday or something I guess. But now they're back! Yay!
- They managed to fit a questionnaire into the bridge, no mean feat that. Asking the audience if they possess the qualities of being original, the only one, sexual and everything you need is all well and fine, it doesn't seem to work as well when you end up answering your own questions. I wonder if the answer was any different at their concerts.
- And of course as long as there is music "we'll be coming back again". Based on hindsight, I guess you could technically say that's still correct. I still expect the Backstreet Senior Choir of Hard Knocks to be topping the charts in 50 years' time. But what if music as we know it ceases to exist in the future? What if music is reduced a bunch of repetitious melodies, lyrics and hooks set to the mindless beats that only a chimp could come up with? Oh wait, that future is now.
What a wonderful future we live in. (Don't you mean present?)
Well okay, maybe that wasn't that deep. But you see, given enough effort you can present a compelling argument for any song to be placed in the national archives. One could discuss the merits of say, Pink's claim that she's 'not here for your entertainment'. Well clearly the irony is pretty obvious when she's belting that one out in concert. I suppose I'm there for their selection of fine wines or something. But I'm not about to spend $100 just to point out her flawed logic to her in person. On the other hand, I did consider shelling out some dough to see the Rogue Traders at the Hotel Shoppingtown just to boo them, so never say never.
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Before I run away for the night, I'm going to try and balance this post off with what I consider to be good music, or at least good by comparison. Shuffling on both my Pod and my Mac, 'Writing to Reach You' by Travis managed to wedge itself in my mind twice today. The song is pretty cool in itself, and even uses the chords from Oasis' Wonderwall alongside the lyrical reference. The video is fun to watch too, with those damned kids trying to stop Fran from getting home in all sorts of murderous ways.
Join me next time when I attempt and fail to write a post without gratuitous references to the Veronicas or the Rogue Traders.