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Tuesday, November 27, 2007
CAN'T GET HER OUT OF MY HEAD
Still feeling sickly after anything I eat. No fun.
Nothing like impulse shopping to cheer myself up and hey, X the new Kylie Minogue album is here. Braving a sudden and intense blizzard that hit for (I kid you not) five minutes (and just the five my dog and I happened to be outside), I ran to Sunrise records and picked it up.
I got a funny email from my friend Mark, who wrote:
You're really going to go and buy a CD? Really? Are you living in 1999? Well, enjoy your compact disc. Just don't try to play it on your 8-track, luddite! :)
I replied that I can pirate as easily as the next man but the people I love get my money. Make a CD, DVD or book that moves me in some way and I will happily hand over my money. Besides, after all this time, there's still a spark of pleasure in tearing open the plastic wrap, opening the jewel case and placing the new disc in the tray and hitting play.
I bought Kylie's CD because I think she deserves my money. Not that X is essential, of course; it's all totally predictable, utterly disposable electro-pop but damn, these songs are fun and sometimes you just want a cheeseburger. I especially love this one:
It's hilarious -- the lyrics are a cliché-a-thon of dancefloor cheese but still that irresistible synth line and sugary chorus just makes me want to get all sorts of inappropriate.
Why do I give Kylie a pass on the nasal-voiced sex kitten purr that makes Britney look so ridiculous to me? I think it's her age (all this "woman of experience" vibe is far more credible coming from a late-thirty-something), her looks (she's a gorgeous late-thirty-something) and her silence. As a pop star, Kylie is a throwback to an earlier era where we don't have to hear about her every rehab stint, redneck boyfriend or opinion on the Middle East peace process. Kylie just gets on with making fun music.