I write about pop culture, occasionally. However repugnant, one has to know a thing or two. Three words: Ugly. Base. Cacophony. Aka Ariana Grande and Big Sean.
Even “Glory,” which has quite a nice chorus, is otherwise filled with the typical, vulgar, hip-hop or rap verses. Towards the end, “Glory” crescendos into noisy wailing.
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It’s a beautiful and evocative ad, which explains why you didn’t see it during the ‘Toilet Bowl’ halftime.
Music makes an event, an ad, a movie, even a marriage. Who among us oldies can forget the sound track to the French film “A Man And A Woman,” directed by Claude Lelouch? Not me. This dates me—both as an oldie and an incorrigible romantic.
The fact that I identified the voice and song of Edith Piaf in “The Daring: No Regrets,” a new ad for the 2016 Cadillac CT6, dates me too. The text is good, the sound track beautiful—I can’t believe I used to mock Edith Paif’s overly emotional delivery. I guess it takes decades of Beyonces, Jay-Zs, Madonnas, Iggy Azaleas, Katy Perrys, and Coldplays; a Nicki Minaj, a Kanye West, and a Missy Elliott to make one appreciate a tune, a voice, instrumental proficiency; chord progression and composition, in general, to say nothing of the emotion music is meant to evoke.
Enjoy the music and the message. Steve Wozniak makes an appearance to drive it home. A shame that the slogan, “Dare Greatly,” comes courtesy of statism by FDR. To be expected, I suppose.
As expected, Cadillac has taken the next step in rebuilding its image by releasing a new ad entitled The Daring: No Regrets. First airing during the 87th annual Osca
High-culture has been replaced with low-culture. The great music of the West has made way for a sewer of sound (exhibits are the primal screams/grunts of a Jennifer Hudson or an Iggy Azalia). The beauty of dance has vanished, reduced on stage to the twerk, a genitalia centered grinding, as base as the dance of a primate in estrous.
No wonder Glenn Beck, the over-emotional broadcaster, went overboard for a change, when a young, Caucasian, American singer, with a modicum of talent she labors to conceal, sang the sweet, elevating Sounds of Music in-tune, without screaming, yodeling or simulating sex.
Lady Gaga proved that when she’s not answering the call of the wild—the masses hungering for audial and visual pornography—she can sing sweetly. (Noted here in 2011.)
Having helped pimp the White House, it is no surprise that Barack Obama’s holy man, Rev. Jeremiah Wright, despises and envies what he once labeled “European” music.
“To illustrate how African music differs from ‘European’ music, this so-and-so emitted a caterwauling which was supposed to come-off as a cantata. To emphasize the pomposity of the cantata, Wright launched into Brother musical mode, jovial and jolly. Black music was different, not deficient, to white music, said he. But Wright’s contemptuous tone and mimicry implied that the former was filled with joie de vivre, the latter just jejune.”
UPDATE:
MADGE MID-TWERK. This is not female, it’s feral.
Judging by the winner of the 2015 Miss Universe pageant, the Latino look is not going away anytime soon. I wish it would. The winner, Paulina Vega, pales compared to the exotic Miss Jamaica, Kaci Fennell. An irate viewer puts down the choice of Miss Colombia over the sublimely exquisite Miss Jamaica to a competition held in “a Latino place” coupled with a “jury that was Latino.” The common Latino look has dominates for some time, no matter where the competition.
Miss Jamaica:
