Blurred Lines

Several months ago I heard a song on the radio (odd in itself, as I almost NEVER listen to radio music...) that was absolutely infectious. I immediately started doing that funky little dance you do in the car while you're driving. I was totally into the groove.

I mean, totally.

Totes McGotes.

(Wheesh. I'm getting so old...)

Anyway, I loved the groove to this song.

Then I listened to the words and was slightly offended, to say the least. I just don't find that kind of attitude appropriate. Or civil. Or decent.

And I don't think that's just because I'm old.

I can't stand this song. It's a waste of an incredible groove. And I refuse to listen to it now.

Lest I come off as some sort of self-righteous foe of Western culture, let me say this: I abhor cheesy Christian cultural stuff with equal fervor.

But what a glorious day this has been. Somebody found my sweet spot and created a perfect combination of two things I find perfectly disturbing. And somehow, together, they combine and combust to form a unique paradise of irony, clever wordsmithing and fairly decent vocal skills.

Oh, and an incredible groove.

Thank you, clever person who made this video.