I’ve only just learned about the hypebot.com songwriting contest. It has a week to go, and its sole challenge is to set words to music – the most often used words in the Top 50 selling downloads of this year.
Those statistically-derived words are very, very disturbing:
Take every chick back to New York and let them walk home
Oh baby, yeah, Imma rock your body hard—like damn
Chick I wanna know, cause I get around now—like bad
So what sort of music should they get? I haven’t listened to every entrant so far, but I like the in-your-face lesbian sentiments of user118494’s FTV – rock ya body hard. Lenin Was a Zombie employs (employ?) the direct approach in Rock Your Body Hard, and the current front-runner in the votes, Stephen Frost’s My Hands Gonna Touch This, dances funkily down the Timberlake-FOTC route.
But I could write twenty versions and never do better than Andrew Dickens. His catchy effort, Break the love, is well-nigh perfect: upbeat, earnest and fun. Its chorus is exactly how thinly-disguised misogyny should sound.
I voted for him, I hope he wins, and if one of the prize online classes at Berklee is “Artful Presentation of Ugly Sentiments With Pop Confection”, he should get an atomatic credit.