Billboard seems to have a special chart for every fractured part of the "music" industry, including Gay Disco. Here, our adorable Yoko has been claiming star status.
Say what you will about how she can't sing, and can only scream but...ha ha, ho ho, hee hee...add BEATS and people will go spastic on the un-safety dance floor.
TWEET!!!!
Great graphics, too. Very dramatic. ONO!
But let's put it into perspective. She sang this THIRTY YEARS AGO.
It's not really an 83 year-old woman having a #1 song. It's an 83 year-old woman getting a re-issue with a lot of faggy disco BEATS and noises added to it, none of which are as original as her own ear aches from long ago.
This re-working of a 1985 song nobody remembers, would've gone nowhere if a) the dance fags weren't desperate to find MORE material so they could rub cock against ass crack on a dance floor at 3 in the morning, and b) if ONO didn't attract the best of these audio Lagerfelds to create trendy BEATS to add. Either they were well paid, or they figured attaching themselves to ONO was worth it for the "credit." Er, how many SALES do you get for a #1 Gay Disco hit played in a few clubs?
SALES? Oh, let's count the nickels and dimes that GOOTUBE hands out, or Spotify. Let's be aware that GOOTUBE does NOT even count an account that gets less than 1000 hits. So many people copy and steal the music that this song is represented by dozens of illegal "versions," which dilutes the number of entries that actually count. Then there's the "legit fracture" of various MIXES, since in the 21st Century, nobody knows what they're doing and you have an unlimited "choice" of mixes depending on your own love of ethnic rhythm or outright noise.
This IS the 21st Century, so the important thing is not lyrics or even vocals, just cover art, the artist's costumes, and most of all BEATS. Rock always was driven by rhythm. Now, with Darwin being WRONG, it's gone back to rhythm. For a while rock (progressing from rock and roll) got corrupted by lyrics and vocals that went further than "You ain't nothin' but a hound dog" and "Maybelline, why can't ya be true."
Now we're back to repeating a phrase over and over and jumping up and down and grabbing genitalia. Will somebody put beats to one of Ono's outright screamfests, like "WHY?" Will the gays bump and grind to "Death of Samantha?" Not likely. Those two songs are a little TOO adventurous for all those George Michael-types out there, who love it that loud loud disco music can be heard in the toilet stalls.
Gays seem drawn to something they can easily parody. They can all dress like and sing like Yoko. They can even look like her, since the dark glasses hides the Asian eyes. Yoko is probably being imitated by every tiny drag queen in NYC. Let's be sure to add dwarfs to a video. It's not PC exactly, but if GAYS like it, then you better shut up.
Always look on the bright side of life. Better that SHE gets attention and a pat on the back for a re-working of a 1985 song, than she's ignored, or forced to only flog re-issues of Lennon songs.
I hear some enterprising cocksucker has asked Macca if it would be OK to put some DANCE BEATS to an isolated chant of "WATER" by Linda McCartney spliced out of "Admiral Halsey." It'll be simply called "WATER," and it'll be piped into the men's rooms once an hour, to signal that it's time to take a break from cum-swallowing and hit the EVIAN or the PERRIER.
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