Thursday, September 13, 2007

Solja Boy

Solja Boy tell 'em. He likes Superman. And kettle drums. Some guy did a video mashup of his new #1 Billboard topper using exclusively Maury Povich paternity tests. This is clever because when the alleged father is exonerated (he is not the father), he gets up and starts dancing. Kettle drums kick, Soulja Boy joins the fracas, and Solja Boy tells em that Soulja boy does tell em.



On another YouTube clip, Soulja Boy is getting his haircut and 50 is talking about how Soulja Boy learned to dance on Rap City. Also: "I like Soulja Boy. I like Soulja Boy a lot. You know what I'm saying?" 50 jokes about the barber cutting off Soulja Boy's eyebrow by mistake, leading to subsequent promos in which Boy would have to play off his shorn eyebrow as the latest style. I'm guessing rap actually works that way only occasionally, like when Slick Rick lost an eye or when Hammer couldn't find his pants and had to use some Hefty bags instead (or, come to think of it, when Eminem was born white). It's a risk Soulja Boy is gonna have to take if he doesn't want Iovine to shelve his ass. That is, provided he loses an eyebrow.



But at least the "Soulja Boy dance" is outselling Kanye, who like I've been saying has been a bad rapper since the Dropout and probably even before that.

Addendum:


From Wikipedia:
[Soulja Boy] is the second person after Sean Kingston to be born in the 1990's and top the Billboard Hot 100 charts.


Interrupted only briefly by Fergie's incomprehensible week-long tenure at #1, two guys roughly my oldest little brother's age have made songs involving Jamaican things. (Kingston = Being named after Jamaica and also from there, not to mention singing like he's from there - - - Boy = Using kettle drums in a song about cockin.)

Finally, "Beautiful Girls" flows like Grade A Dark Amber maple syrup on a thick slice of French toast. Which is to say it is delicious, slow, and a little ridic (does anyone even eat French toast anymore?), but it'll make you fat (look at Sean [Kingston]). BUT: It's like I always say: Better happy and a fat than soulja and a boy.

1 comment:

Madden said...

French Toast is out tha do'. But a thick slice of creamy egg-battered toast smothered in syruppycinnamon by any other patriotic name would still smell as sweet on the griddle. Indeed, only the outmoded moniker is unpalatable. Under an assumed nom de guerre, however, Freedom Toast still tastes as divine as Old Glory herself. No, let's not hurry this fine foster-food out to the börgås smord of German potato salad and Japanese eggplant with Russian dressing just yet.

Either way, you're an excellent writer, Mike. Most recently, the passage regarding a 'tour-de-badass' reads unabashedly American and I can't get enough of it.

Allie sent me the link---she's proud.

Looking forward to some slick hangin out.