Friday, October 23, 2009

So what's the problem?

"YOU'VE GOT A PUSSYYYY, I'VE GOT A DIIIICK, SO WHAT'S THE PROBLEEEMM?"





This is what came home the other night.  Boyfriend, in a very low and booming voice, chanting this as he came through the door.  He explained to me he'd been listening to Studio Brussels (a radio station that plays mostly electronic music) and he'd heard a song that used these lyrics over and over in an almost heavy-metal style.  (He then proceeded to do his best imitation, which had me doubled over laughing.)

This morning I googled these very lyrics only to discover it was Rammstein... a German hardcore-industrial-electronic group I've known about for years and years.  In fact... Boyfriend does a pretty good imitation of the voice of the lead singer, now that I know who it is.  The song (called "Pussy",) is pretty weak lyrically (no, ...really?) and the video is plain out porn interspersed with shots of the band playing, but hey... this is Europe.  That's all I can really say.  People over here are less uptight about these kinds of things, at least when the lyrics are in English.  Personally, I have to say I find the song hilarious in it's Eurotrashiness, but I doubt it'll ever make the airwaves in N. America without a little editing.

If you want more of the "Eurotrash experience", feel free to look up a song by Tiga called "Shoes".  Tiga is Canadian by the way, of Montreal, though like many techno producers, these days he spends a great deal of time in the global hot-bed of techno production, Berlin.  If you prefer something a little tiny bit closer to home and want to know what Can-culture looks like served up through Eurofiltered lenses, then look up the video for Tiga's version of "Sunglasses at Night" (a song originally by another Canadian, Corey Hart.)  The Tiga video features a celebrity tranny by the name of Amanda Lepore.  (PS Amanda: a little less botox would do wonders for that drooping lip and eyelid you seem to have.)

Ah yes.  I've been meaning to show this to you for awhile.  I tore it out of a catalogue that came to the house just to show you.  I call it "The day Christelle decided to stop telling people she was a model":

Doesn't she just look thrilled to be part of this shoot?

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