Kesha, Recycled Fluff or Calculated Musical Genius

Kesha, Recycled Fluff or Calculated Musical Genius

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  1. When I first saw Kesha’s "Tik Tok" video I was appalled. Just when I thought performance artistry was back, with Lady Gaga at the forefront this mind numbing second rate Danny Bonaduce look alike surfaces. Her voice reminded me of when my friends and I would record amateur demos at the local amusement park. Her hair looked like it had not been washed for weeks. She mentions in her song, that she brushes her teeth with a bottle of Jack Daniels. I don’t think the girl brushes her teeth at all. I felt as though I could smell her bad hygiene through the television. I was so annoyed.

    I haven’t heard something so amateur since Vitamin C’s "Put a Smile on Your Face".
    I immediately turned off the tv in a huff. About thirty minutes went by and I found myself singing the lyrics. Forty five minutes went by and I found myself downloading the horrible song on iTunes. Fifty minutes into, it I was dancing around the living room feeling kind of sunny. Wait a minute no, I am not supposed to enjoy this bubble gum fluff. I am not one of the brainwashed flock that worships cheesy dance pop music. My feet didn’t agree and neither did my fists, pumping wildly in the air.

    I actually searched YouTube to see what other videos this talentless twit had for me to absolutely hate. I found "Your Love Is My Drug" I watched about five times and then downloaded that one. A little while later I found myself in Walmart purchasing her cd. On the drive home I listened and did not stop bobbing my head and wiggling my shoulders. Each new song had my smile getting bigger and  bigger. "Take it Off" and "Party at a Rich Dudes House" had me giggling out loud and I was in the moment. "Blah Blah Blah" was rhythmic and lyrically, so girl power.

    I forgot what it was like to just have fun vibing off a fun melody. My taste in music had been mirroring my melodramatic life. I forgot what it felt like to feel free and wild. I forgot how to not take things so seriously. I rolled down my window and blasted what soon became my favorite song, after playing it twenty times, "Your Love is My Drug".
    I sang with a joy I hadn’t felt in years. I sang with purpose and the conviction to change my taste in music and my current outlook on life. I rode around for an extra hour laughing and basking in my revelation.

    As I pulled into the driveway after a day of rebirth I looked down at Kesha’s picture on the cover of her cd. I saw a magnetic beauty and scoffed at my first interpretation of her, as per the Danny Bonaduce comment. I thought of a quote that I once read, "When the music changes, so does the dance"
    Thank you Kesha for changing my idea about music so I could dance again.

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