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Why ‘Friday’ Isn’t ‘fun fun fun’ -.-

Posted in ...And A Legend Was Born., Constructive Crtitisism, May God Help Our Ears with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 7, 2011 by midnightradiostar

Is THIS girl familiar?


This has to be one of the most epic internet phenomenons that has occurred in my lifetime, raking up OVER 88,000,000 views on YouTube in 1 month! Before you continue reading this post my dear readers, my advice is that you mustn’t cloud your judgment with my words and take the time to actually watch the video for ‘Friday’ the debut of Rebecca Black. Honestly, form your own opinion and then come back and read the rest of my review.

The video—> 

The release of Rebecca Black’s single ‘Friday’ not only managed to piss off YouTubers around the world, it made Miley Cyrus sound like a half-way decent singer. Now before you rip out my throat, let me tell you I don’t mean to criticize her as a person, but I must agree with the internet on this one; When I actually burst out laughing or go into complete silence after listening to a song, you KNOW it doesn’t bode well.

I can’t imagine what the producers were thinking. First of all Black sounds like she has an eternal cold. I mean can you GET anymore nasal? It leads to the point were the song actually starts poke into the back of your brain while gaining entry through your ears. While listening to it, I was told my face looked like I had eaten a lemon. My mom echoed this look, so I’m guessing it was a pretty common reaction. The lyrics are shallow and have nothing educational to offer UNLESS you want to teach your toddlers the days of the week. [Avoid this if you don’t want them traumatized] I can’t believe how bad this song is. The lyrics at one point go ‘Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday Today i-is Friday, Friday…Tomorrow is Saturday And Sunday comes afterwards…’ I switched off the video at this point, appalled.

Alright, so I find this song and its video completely pointless. I feel Ke$ha did a better job of the ‘waking up in the morning’ routine, and it wasn’t like ‘Tik ToK’ was the most inspiring song on the planet, either. Technical kinks in the video included 13-year-old drivers and an unsupervised party. I don’t even want to comment on the rapper ‘Pato’ Patrice Wilson in the video. A complete disaster that will continue to give me nightmares, ‘Friday’ is the worst song I’ve heard so far, and continues to top everyone’s list of ‘Worst Song Ever’. While we all pity Black for her being 13-years old and having to suffer these not-so-rave reviews [very much similar to mine] as a critic I cannot let this song slide.

An epic alright, but and epic FAIL, ‘Friday’ has ensure our weekends will never be the same again….

TGIF! >.<

What Its all about…

Posted in Constructive Crtitisism, HeartSONGS For the Soul, Mood Swings and Champagne with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 29, 2009 by midnightradiostar
um. yerse, its fake...

Me and Bill; the perfect couple...

I’m Ridz, perhaps the most fanatical music encyclopedia that you will ever know. [Except for the charmingly sweet Luke Kenny] I like all things musical and morbidly cute. You will be able to tell that from my eternal love for Tokio Hotel’s lead singer, Bill Kaulitz [A fact that my innocent friends and family are only too aware of. Every day they are victims to my constant jabberring on the perfection of the Greek-God-like figure that is Bill.] As you can see, I’m GAGA over him. However, back to topic, I must share with you a revelation of sorts, that led me to begin this blog in the first place…

THE  Story goes: One bright, and pretty humid morning, I awoke to realise that my vast knowledge of the musical world is preeetty useless if it just sits in my head. Yes, I do let it wallow in its own pool of glory so perfectly pedestalized by my own brain, that I’m vain to the point of making a mirror crack…but it really isnt enough. What would do it justice, is to spread it. Spread it far and wide over the wonderous tool that is the Internet, and let it seep into NEW brains. Brains that NEED to be educated on the matters of the musical world, past present and future.  As you know by our world population of almost 7 Billion, 5 Billion of which have no clue who Jon Bon Jovi is,  its a big job. :/ So I decided to start small. I opened a small ‘blog’ of sorts on my ‘Notes’ app on Facebook. I created a space for myself to sit comfortably on the minds of a few selected friends who I knew would appreciate it, and pick a song and tear it apart. Well, ‘analyse’ is a better way to say it, considering I haven’t touched any songs by Miley Cyrus or the Jonas trio. Feh. If I did, there would be a WHOLE new meaning to the words ‘RIPPED THE SONG APART’ xD

A DRIFT: I started with Kings Of Leon, and progressed through Beyonce, Gaga, a bit of MCR[Which I consider to be one of my best pieces] and will continue with Jay-Z. I picked one of my favorites by each artist,[I prefer the ones that are not so famous, and then I let people know about it] wrote a review and what I like/dislike about the track. I recommend it, throw in a few pics and am all good. Sounds simple? Its not. You’ve gotta be able to tolerate cool facts about the song, its vid and the artist in the process. Not to mention my own bit of whining and occasional sniffing when I get emotional about a particular track.

My Chemical Romance

THE TITLE: ‘Midnight Heartbeat’ came to me after much pondering on how to describe that I stay awake past midnight every night so that I may be able to expose myself to the thoughts and dreams that appear in my highly imagination-stuffed brain, when Alicia Keys or The Scorpions croon into my ears ballads immersed in love and magic. Midnight is the only time I can escape the nagging of daily life and an irritating little brother so that I may listen to new tracks on the charts and place my thoughts on them or relay back and forth and compare them to tracks of the past. I am constantly doing this. I fear silence. I feel that a world without music, no matter what kind you like, would be a horrific world. I’d feel alone, sad, abandoned… as if I were in a box with walls closing in on me, suffocating me, burning me, smoking me like salmon, until… I hear something. A strong, confident, fast beating. *Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump..* What is it? What is that drum of hope so bold? Its when you realise you are never without a beat. Never without a tune. Never without a melody to guide you.  You are forever with the drum that never skips a beat… your heart. Beating, pulsing blood into you, the very source of your life, your being, your song…. Your heart. As long as you live, you are NEVER alone. Music, literally, lives deep within you. You never need fear the silence. The silence fears the music of your heart. Let it beat into the darkness of midnight, and make it a beautiful thing. A thing to rejoice in. A thing to revel in. You’ve always had it in you. Just let come through and channel itself in your smile. Hey, its what I do… :)

So, I’m here to take you on a bit of a journey. Away from your problems, your nagging relatives and friends and your issues. I’m here to show you a bit of my midnight and the thoughts and dreams and ideas that flow through my entire being when a song fills my head. I’m here to make your heart sing.


Ridz <3


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