Must Have Left My Swag at Home

I was driven home from work last night by this really lame, scary old and painfully out-of-touch woman.

It was not a pleasant drive.

Here's how it went:

Song comes on a TOP 40 station and though the artist has a painfully unpleasant distinct voice and I've heard it daily for the past week (meaning it's popular) I have no idea who said artist is or what the heck he is talking about.


I Shazam it only to discover it's Soulja Boy.


All I could think is, "This is the most annoying, grating, artistically bankrupt piece of noise I've heard in a long time."


So I turned on NPR.

Say it with me, people. O.L.D.

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