Thursday, November 19, 2009

Oh deary me, have the lights gone out?

Wow, it's seemed like forever since I've opened blospot.com, let alone posted an actual, real, live blog. So what do you have to say for yourself, Nathan? Something so profound I will start drooling as I read this? Something so drastic that even drama needs to be renamed? Or a post about your an electropop artist you are currently thoroughly digging (digging being slang for "enjoying the music of...")?

Well, I find myself at a loss for drama and at an unease with the drool of others. As such, I will write to y'all (y'all being the slang word typically associated with Southerners meaning you all--hey look, mom, I combined two words) about electropop. Electropop is, again, a slang word which in my book means something along the lines of combining electronic sounds (synths, drum kits, funky noises, etc.) with pop music. Often times, such combinations result in dreadfully hoky songs that don't merit a listen. However, some songs are solid gold, such as the vintage hit "Here (in your arms)" by hellogoodbye (yes, hellogoodbye--does anyone even remember them?).

Typically, I avoid electropop at all costs, yearning for more "real" and "pure" music. Yet when a friend introduced me to Lights (a wonderful female artist from Canada that I think is younger than me...wow, I'm aged), I took a few listens and ended up purchasing the album on amazon. And since then, I have been sucked into the music of Lights. Rare gems, such as Quiet, Savior, and the Last Thing on Your Mind remind me that electropop can still have pizzazz (has that word ever been using in a cool way, ever?). While ranting on and on about lights would be about as much good as me telling you what to eat for lunch tomorrow, I think you should check her out yourself on her myspace (look, I combined two more words to form the word belonging to the internet social website that everyone forgot existed).

With all this slang and craziness, all I have left to say is: electropop the night away, my friends. or, at least give it a listen after you have seen new moon 17 times.