New York, London, Paris, Munich - Everybody talkin' 'bout Pop Music!

I'm not sure how I feel about realising, as I typed out that old lyric in my subject line, that in the next ten years that phrase could probably double for an actual spoken conversation between a teacher in Malibu and her first grade class.  "Munich!  Stop teasing Paris!  And London, if I have to tell you once more not to eat New York's paste there is going to be trouble!  Pop Music, please continue telling us about your summer vacation at Gstaad."

Oh Pop Music, whither hast thou gone?  Today I had the chance to see a track listing from Justin Timberlake's new album.  Now, I'm not some arty poser when it comes to music.  I own an N'Sync album, and I enjoy some solid bubblegum at certain times.  However, I think I spontaniously grew a few new grey hairs when I read that one of the new Timberlake tracks was titled "Your Tounge Like the Sun in my Mouth".

Ew.  EW!

Don't get me wrong, a nice robust snog is a lovely thing, but really it is one of those moments best not spelt out becuase the words don't *quite* convey the moment and sound borderline silly.  If I find out there is a mention of saliva in this ditty I will probably pop a blood vessel from the laughing.  The situation is not helped by the fact that I find Justin Timberlake phenominally unsexy, so it amuses me no end to hear him being so 'overt'.  To borrow the phrase my sister used to describe Orlando Bloom recently, "Yep, still a girl".  Sorry, Justin; however I doubt I would score points with you either were our paths to cross anyway.

See, less is always more.  We all understood *exactly* what AC/DC was getting at with the lyric "She was a fast machine/She kept her motor clean/She was the best damn woman I had ever seen/....Takin' more than her share/Had me fighting for air/She told me to come but I was already there".  See?  Positively coy; a rather messy act described with no mention of actual bits, and very entertaining none the less. Why, I would sing that in front of my grandmother.  I'm certainly not going to walk around belting out "Your Tougne like the sun in my mouth" no matter how pretty the tune is they make for it.

Of course, since my tougne is so firmly stuck to my cheek it would prove difficult to sing much of anything.  Frankly, the enduring love I have for 'pop music' generally *is* the enjoyable stupidity of the lyrics.  Some just manage to be more stupid than others, and I am a woman who will sing "Wake me up before you Go Go" in public.