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My favorite thing about the people I have met here on MOG is that, while we may not absolutely agree on our music choices, there's still a sense of appreciation for the craft. The junk filter is real high here, you know?I wish I could say the same in real life.I spent two days last week out with my middle son Jordan, and a dozen other Boy Scouts and dads, on a canoe trip in Oklahoma. It's an annual tradition for all new Scouts to give them a big push into Scouting, and it's lots of fun.However, we have one dad who came with us, from the ward I attend every Sunday. He's a good guy, but ... he's a blowhard. No other way to say it. He almost got us lost twice because he called shotgun instead of letting our camp leader sit up front. You know, the guy with the *map*. After setting up camp, he proceeds to launch into a loud diatribe against our governor, all the while asserting he's right because "he's a poli-sci major." And on and on.Well, at some point the topic changed to music. I don't think I brought it up, maybe Jordan mentioned my weekend in paradise (Coachella). That's when me really took my breath away with this nugget:"You know what artist I really like? __Colbie Caillat__. I think her music is on another level from everything else." He went on to wax poetic on her exclusive appearance on Wal-Mart's website.WHAT?!?Dude, you're not even her target audience. As Erin ahred with us, her target audience is 13-year old girls that have no interest in hip-hop. And not to totally rain on your parade, but she's just like a female Jack Johnson, but totally corporate.(Let me interject here that I don't like Jack Johnson's music __at all__, but I at least think he's completely sincere, just a surfer dude that makes mellow tunes about bubbly toes and other stuff that some people love, and that drive me batty.)Really, it was the Wal-Mart thing that took me over the top. Ah yes, the Wal-Mart Network, the prime bastion of independent, free-thinking musicians everywhere. I don't know what I'd do if a band I really loved showed up there, probably just cry a lot.What blew me away was how __passionate__ he was about how wonderful her music was. See, I always figured that adults that listened to that kind of music weren't choosing to listen to it, it's just on so there's no uncomfortable silence. I say this because I've caught Melissa with the radio on when that stupid "Bubbly" song comes on. She doesn't like the song either, but it was just background noise. Not this guy, though. He's way into her. Wow. Even saw her live at the festival here in town. Oh yes, she played Wichita. Don't get me started.Now, I'm not near rude enough anymore to retort with any of these thoughts out loud. (Fifteen years ago, I'd have tried to rip him a new one, but I've grown up a bit since.) I just smiled and let him go on, while having a second helping of Dutch-oven peach cobbler and wishing I had the Gigabeat with me.I won't make you listen to her dreck, but those with access to the yellow button may "enjoy" at their leisure.For the rest of you, here's a video from the new album by The Charlatans. I finally gave this a good spin, and it's delightful, a return to the dance-rock style of Tellin' Stories.*Oh Vanity*









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Have to disagree that her audience are tweens. Everyone that I know that has her album is over thirty and truly like her material. She did a show her last week on the island of Oahu and the audience loved her. Again...the children factor was not present. The album is actually quite good. Then again...her style of music is very popular here in Hawaii.
My camping experience with the Cub Scouts resulted in someone sabotaging all of the tents in the middle of the night. Wasn't me but I still thought it was funny. Ahhh...the memories of a nine year old...
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I agree with your take on her music as well as your take on the poli-sci major. Funny zero skilz and I just associated Colbie and Jack's bubbly lyrics on a recent post too. Great music minds think alike (if I may include myself in that). : )
Her lousy diction makes it sound like she says "I talk to my toes."
I'm disappointed to learn that the line is actually "It starts in my toes."
The consolation prize is that she actually does go on to say "Makes me crinkle my nose."