So if there was a way to commit some sort of radio genocide against all the untalented "artists" putting out the beats with that horrible robot voice effect I would have already done it, but since I haven't found one yet...
I might as well keep complaining. I really feel like these songs can be accomplished with a sort of sex/susbstance abuse/listing of material possessions mad libs meets the pre programmed songs on garage band mixer. And when they are "done" I imagine the hip hop android announcing: "Song complete" before powering down until the next hit single needs to be produced and vomited onto the radio.
On a lighter note: Sir Mix-a-lot's thoughts (and too many colons): "Song complete! I will now go down forever in the annals of history as the writer who penned: I Like Big Butts."
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Early 21st Century Artist Found Dead Underneath Hooker at Miss Bertha's Big is Beautiful Brothel.
Sir Mix-a-lot's love for large posteriors was certainly no secret to the world, but few if any knew that those very same rumps would lead to his demise. Irony has never been so bootylicious. (63,882)
Tue Feb 10, 2009 7:37 pm "Robot voice, robot voice; all the kids love the robot voice..."
Yes indeed, the Auto-Tune pitch shifting madness has permitted us to further relinquish our freedom of choice, in this case, choice of notes to be sung. Of course, when it comes to folks like our lean-swilling chum T-Pain, I probably trust the computer more than Mr Pain when it comes to pitch selection.
Special props to Mr Ebasher, who has bravely taken up the slack left by the late latewirers (each kidnepped by Boer gunmen and made to eat 'torfurky' for six weeks)
Wed Feb 11, 2009 4:03 pm Yeah I've been man-tit-fucking my mantits raw. At this rate the smell of burning nipple hair is sure to attract the local Ostrich mounted militia of 6-13 year olds. What a sight they shall behold upon stumbling into my rather sticky den of slovenly despair. At least I got this shitty laptop with which to browse for semi-legal pornography and postings of rambling gibberish. Yahoohay!