Before I get to a real post, I thought I would mention how much I hate Jay-Z. And Jon Fitch. (See below.)
Beyonce is pregnant and it's all over the news which is the reason for this post.
When I was in college, almost a hundred years ago, rap was in its infancy. There was iambic pentameter. There was rhyme. There was rhythm, and there was a story. It was a new form of music that was magical. Wendy and I actually danced to it the other night with lyrics of: “Superman has come to town, to see who he could rock. His speakers were three stories high, his woofers made of steel, he blew away every crew he faced until he reached our block!”
Notice that there is no mention of bitches and ho’s.
Jay-Z is a “rapper” and somehow, has made a fortune being one and now has impregnated the beautiful Beyonce.
Beyonce is amazing. She has the voice of a goddess. Her dancing evokes passion. And yet, when I see her, I have a rough time not remembering that she is with that idiot Jay-Z.
She has made a couple of songs with him, and they have been ruined by his idiocy. She will start to sing, you hear the voice of an angel and then you hear him “singing” which sounds like a pig having sex.
“Ugh! Ugh! Yeah baby, Ugh!”
Insert voice of an angel again.
Ugh! Ugh! Yeah. Ugh!
Could you shut up? Seriously, there is a beautiful voice here and you are ruining the entire song with your grunting which you seem to think is music.
Despite the fact that my last two posts have been negative, I am in a state of bliss right now. I am extremely happy with my life and everything about it. Today is just a lazy Sunday and I am venting.