Throughout the last few days I've been thinking a lot about guilty pleasures. We all have them, regardless if there in the form of men, music or paint on pants. For the purposes of this blog though I'll stick to music.I recently had a lecture on authenticity in popular music and how it really doesn't exist. Yet, it continues to cast a shadow over the artistic medium. You see, authenticity in music and perhaps in general, is a social construction. We, as fans, ascribe authenticity to specific genres of music, making it a cultural construct infused with blatant fluidity.
And this is why I'm so fascinated by musical guilty pleasures, as there guilty insofar as our ascribed musical personalities tell us they are. So in the sake of eliminating musical elitism, here are my current guilty pleasures....not that you should care.
Kelly Rowland - Commander
Whatta Night - Ricky J
Mr. Immature - Stef Lang
Like a G6 - Far East Movement
Taio Cruz - Dynamite
Nelly - Just a Dream
And if you're judging me right now, ask yourself this question....where does your authenticity come from? (Too deep, I know.)
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