Welcome back to The Chatterbox, Playtonics! Each week, all of the contributors to Playtonic will answer a question posed by our glorious readers. The question, while generally concerned with the same topics as the rest of the blog (music, philosophy and the like), is entirely up to you. How’s that for power? And then hopefully the answers will carry on in the comments. Power to the people!
This week’s question for The Chatterbox comes from reader Twin, of Washington, DC:
What’s your “guilty pleasure song” that you don’t feel guilty about at all?
Winthrop: “Irreplaceable” by Beyoncé
My friend Augusta once described this song as “the best ‘I’m the finest girl you’ve ever seen, you ain’t shit, and you better get gone’ song of all time” and I am inclined to agree. The message of the song is so pure and clear and the feeling is utterly devoid of nostalgia, indecision, or remorse. It’s not a break-up song; it’s “Independent Woman” turned into righteous wrath. I will admit that it is a bit unnerving to imagine oneself in the guy’s shoes, but this guy must be super dumb, thinking that he can play Beyoncé and get away with it. Everything you own, in a box to the left.
mskurz: R. Kelly
I am a huge fan of his sheer ridiculousness, whether it be an entire song dedicated to having sex in the kitchen and coming up with as many food/sex puns as possible (aptly titled “Sex in the Kitchen”) or an entire and on-going hip-hopera, where his voice adapts to perform as each character. He always pulls it off, thanks to his audacity and willingness to croon in falsetto as Rosy the Nosy Neighbor. Is he kidding or serious? I have no clue, and I’m not sure which I’d prefer. He knows how to do straight-up R & B, and he’s willing to use songs to show real life situations, even when they make him look bad. Take “Real Talk.” Honestly, if you do nothing else today, watch “Real Talk.” The pleasure will most certainly overpower the guilt. Also, if you’re looking for some sound legal advice, check out his “Little Man” defense. This guy is a genius.
JL: “Sex On Fire” by Kings of Leon
What happened, Kings of Leon? When did it become so decidedly uncool to enjoy your brand of arena rock? Well, naysayers be damned. Consider me another fist pumping frat boy when the Bros of Leon blare on speakers. Though, I’d like to pull a mskurz and count their entire discography as my guiltless guilty pleasure music, I choose “Sex On Fire” for the naked honesty and completely unsubtle nature of the song. Essentially, The Kings of Leon are going to have sex with you and it is going to be amazing. And, does it surprise you that band memeber Nathan Followill is quoted saying that some lyrics tried were “Socks on Fire”, “Snatch on Fire” and “Cocks on Fire”? Yeah, me neither.