The other day Larry and I were flipping through music videos – one of us may have been attempting to play air guitar to VH1’s Air Guitar Anthems, followed after by air drums, to which the other one may have said something along the lines of ‘Holy Mother are you uncoordinated’ – when we both realised that neither one of us has any idea at all which songs are in the charts now. Or even what “the charts” are anymore. Obviously this is what happens when Top of the Pops gets cancelled.
So, thinking I could easily remedy the situation and feel young and cool once again, I logged on to iTunes, scanned quickly and saw Hannah Montana’s Hoedown Throwdown near the top.
I hightailed it back to the bliss of ignorance after that.
Hear, hear. I now share more musical tastes with my dad than my undergrads, and I’m okay with that.
That sounds like it was a wise move.
The only way I know what’s popular in music is what I hear in clothing stores, the three times a year I go shopping. It’s usually a jarring experience.