I think I'm going crazy, folks. Ever since I started this column by reviewing the song "TiK ToK" by Ke$ha, I've been haunted by the song every time I step out of the house.
On the radio, it's there. On TV, it's there. While watching trashy- but-privileged people walking down the street, I see the drunken woman that kicked my ass at the party a couple of months back.
All the pop songs I have criticized to date call me out when they play in public, but this song dogs me most of all. I think a treatment is in order. A drug, if you will.
In the few months since I covered "Tik Tok", the other notable thing I
willingly saw Ke$ha in was her performance of the single "Your Love Is My
Drug" on Saturday Night Live. The snapshots of that appearance promised
neon and lasers--the sci-fi trinkets that have attracted kids since Star
Wars and Tron. So I watched it.
And, guess what folks, I got fooled again. I could only watch the performance of "Your Love Is My Drug" for 10 seconds before I closed the browser. If someone manages to repel me with bad dancing and singing--even when surrounded by bright, Tron-like colors and lasers--there is a clear problem with them.
The trite lyrics of "Your Love is My Drug" brings to mind countless other songs and poems pairing love with addiction, including Nine Inch Nails' "The Perfect Drug," Robert Palmer's "Addicted to Love," the commonly-covered track "Love Is the Drug" by Roxy Music and a bunch of poems written by mystics since medieval times.
What does this song add to the theme, you ask?
Not much, except a few cookie-cutter lines that sound like they were written with little effort in less than 10 minutes. Oh wait, they were?
The video doesn't look like it's out yet. But, according to reports, it sounds like it will be a rehash of trip-in-the-desert scenes in countless films that include abstract cartoons and stereotypes of native villagers in caves.
It won't hold a candle to Dune, I can tell you that.