Showing posts with label Usher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Usher. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 08, 2013

this is my curse ...

... and maybe my gift. To look for meaning in things, even the most inane of pop culture offerings.

Case in point. I found myself listening more closely to a song that I don't particularly like on the car radio the other day because its contradictory messages were driving me crazy.


It was Usher's "DJ Got Us Falling in Love Again." It's just a silly dance song, the usual seduction scene on the dance floor. But it suffers from a number of problems. First and foremost, the way Usher sings the title line, "DJ" sounds a lot more like "Danger," which might make a bit more sense, if he is trying to impress a girl that he indicates later in the song that he hardly remembers. Bad boy.
Ain't I seen you before?
I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes
I'm not sure what Usher has been indulging in while at the club, but he seems to be suffering from some memory impairment. He keeps going back and forth, from reminiscing about doing this before, to not being sure if he remembers the object of his seduction or not.
Swear I've seen you before
I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes
I'm not sure how successful his repetitive "Don't I know you?" approach turns out to be, because the song never really gives us a clue as to how things turn out. It's just all persuasion.
So dance dance
like its the last last night
of your life life
won't get you right
I'm really not sure what he means by "Won't get you right," but it sounds like he might be losing ground.

To add insult to injury, Usher doesn't seem to be able to close the deal on his own, but enlists his buddy Pitbull to come to his aid. Unfortunately, Pitbull's idea of a seductive line ranges from the gross to idiotic to purely clinical.
If Erykah Badu can get naked then baby I'm sure that you can 
Let him know how I'ma jump through your fruit loops 
I wanna be your gyno not your doctor
I will give Usher this — he ends the song by at least thanking the DJ. So maybe things turned out OK after all.  A little threat of post-apocalyptic devastation may have ended up being the way to a girl's heart after all.
So dance dance
like its the last last night
of your life life
don't get you right
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Tuesday, March 01, 2011

the little girls understand

Article first published as Movie Review: Justin Bieber: Never Say Never on Blogcritics.



I was telling myself that taking my daughter to Justin Bieber: Never Say Never in 3D was proof of my undying love for her. And I do love my kid. But truth be told, it was actually entertaining, even for a mostly uninitiated adult. Bieber has a natural musical talent and his family has been videotaping him from an early age, so the filmmakers found it easy to supply the documentary evidence. The film was directed by Step Up 3D's Jon Chu, but only the concert scenes had any real 3D action, with the rest of the film containing documentary-style clips or interspersed with the family's fuzzy-quality home video. The episodic 3D actually works, as the moments when Justin reaches out to the audience give the little girls a surprise and an extra opportunity to squeal. And there were some squealers in the audience, as well as some dancing in the aisles towards the end. Ah, youth.

The film is structured like pretty much every rock documentary. Some "origins of the band" material (in Bieber's case, maybe more baby photos than most), a crisis (what will the doctor say about his vocal chords?), celebrity endorsements (Usher, Snoop Dogg) and plenty of concert footage. It's interesting that Bieber has come up at a time in pop music when he can fully embrace all musical genres, including hip hop, yet not be another Vanilla Ice. Stars like Usher and Ludacris not only endorse but embrace the kid. His personal road to stardom is also cleverly contrasted and combined with other young stars like Miley Cyrus and Jaden Smith, who got their careers jump-started through nepotism and the Disney machine.

I can't say that any of the songs stayed with me except "Baby," but that's probably because I had heard it so many times before. I'm not sure why synchronized cheerleading dance moves are still de riguer for every popular musical artist—isn't anyone else as sick of that as I am yet?—but Bieber dances and  moonwalks cheerfully and the little girls go wild.


As much as Bieber owes his fame to the power of social media and young girls' allowances, it was surprising to me to learn how much anti-Bieber buzz there is to be found on media sites, both in articles and comments. And that's even before the Rolling Stone interview came out, with questions that seemed set up to make the kid trip over himself. Seriously, does anyone, apart from his core audience, who are probably not Rolling Stone subscribers, care to hear a seventeen year-old's political and cultural opinions?

It's hard to understand why so many people's panties get in a twist about this kid. He's talented, he's cute, and he's completely age-appropriate for his demographic. Why do adults feel that girls are plain silly or crazy to like him? They obviously don't know or haven't recently spent much time with little girls, who are plain silly and for the most part, like things that are pink and glittery and cute. Bieber is all of the above. There's nothing wrong with girls having crushes on a "safe" idol. They're not ready for much more at their age, and as their idol grows, so will they. They will either grow out of him, or grow with him. Bieber's in a similar situation to a young Michael Jackson. Jackson and his fans grew up together. Bieber could either follow in his footsteps or, if the pop idol scene wanes for him, he is talented and driven enough to become a producer or some other music professional. After watching this film it is clear that he's definitely going to be in the music business for a long time.

Waiting for the Bieber

The kid smiles a lot, but his puppy-dog cutes can't hide the fact that he is very driven and dedicated. Footage features a young child barely big enough to sit on the drum kit stool, intermixed with street corner busking in Canada, and current-day dance-move rehearsal in front of the mirror before a show. It's all the same kid, trying to perfect his moves, going for brass ring after ring. As much as the film tries to give a step-by-step of how Bieber broke through to the big time, it might gloss over the sheer ambition that is matched with the talent. Yet he still seems a pretty normal kid. Sure hope he stays that way.
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