Blurred Lines Explicit Version

http://vevo.ly/14CYBUh

What stuns me is there are only 468,309 views.
In other words, virality is still in the offing.
You see the clothed version:

http://bit.ly/Zeb2NV

Has 63,798,395 views as of this writing. And the track, Robin Thicke's "Blurred Lines," is sitting at number one on the iTunes chart, as well as the tippity-top of "Billboard"'s Hot 100.

So far, it's been a tempest in a teapot, the mainstream newspapers and the television stations appear to be unaware that in this major label video, viewable on Vevo, there are BOOBIES!

I'd like to tell you this a big deal, that I watched the video a dozen times, but the truth is boobies are all over the Internet, just go to Google! Yup, Google is the gateway to porn, just turn off safe search and enter your own sexual predilection, and whoomp, there it is!

I know, I know, that's not all there is to it, the controversy, wherein the intelligentsia is calling it "rape hop," but when they show the shot wherein it's stated "Robin Thicke Has A Big Dick," if you don't laugh you've got a tiny one.

Huh.

So, does she want it? Is he taking advantage of her or...is he imploring her to give him some?

Oh, there are dope and sexual references and you've got to give this track credit, it's delineating the truth of today's society.

In other words, it ain't the seventies anymore, where you flaunt your body hair and burn your bra. And we could lament the passage of that ethos, but the truth is we presently live in a sexualized society where you don't go to the show to stand silently enraptured by the stars on stage, but the club wherein you do your best to be the star yourself.

In other words, baby boomers believe in winners and losers. Millennials believe everyone gets to party, they're all in it together, but the oldsters do not understand.

So what do we have here?

A rip-off/remake of a Marvin Gaye track, "Got To Give It Up": http://bit.ly/67xbxm

Unfortunately, Marvin Gaye was a musical innovator, and Robin Thicke is not, but there are worse influences.

But come on, you've got to give Thicke, et al, credit for testing limits. Sure, it's about the marketing, but in a nation where gay marriage is front and center, puritanism too often rules the media.

In other words, you can't use the F word on radio.

But it's just fine on the Internet.

As are the aforementioned boobies.

P.S. In the old days, the label would have sent out a press release about this video, i.e. when Madonna's clip was banned from MTV. But today, you just put it out and let the story percolate. And it's always the same, insiders shrug their shoulders and those who've got no interest pontificate. Kinda like Amanda Palmer not paying backup musicians. De rigueur when she was a nobody. But once she gained some traction, people weighed in who didn't care. And now Amanda's a big star, assuming you equate publicity with stardom, believe Kim Kardashian has achieved the pinnacle of success, but if you can sing one Amanda Palmer song, I'd be stunned.

P.P.S. Controversy sells. But you've got to go up and toe the line, you can't be shy. I've e-mailed this clip to people who would not only never listen to Robin Thicke, but have no idea who he is.

P.P.P.S. Music is not what it once was. It's the sauce, not the main meal. You see what we've got here is good time party culture. And there's nothing wrong with that, but it's wholly different from sitting alone, stoned at home, spacing out to Pink Floyd or Yes. Then again, both Pink Floyd and Yes broke because they were different and great, qualities those bitching they've got no traction in today's public consciousness rarely have.

P.P.P.P.S. Pop music, when done right, is a reflection of society. Truth is boys don't wear jeans to clubs and girls do dress like they might be headed for the pole. I'm uninterested in fashion, but I do understand it's about personal expression. And with today's cheap attire, you can wear a different costume every day. Once again, you're the star.

P.P.P.P.P.S. Summer means freedom, this song and video match the season perfectly.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Paula Deen may have lost her job, but in music, races integrate, and that's a good thing.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. If you've got your knickers in a twist over this, Robin Thicke and his cohorts are laughing. You bought in. The way to make something go away is to ignore it, not to throw gasoline on the fire, opining when it's not your field to begin with.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. No, "Blurred Lines" is not made to last. That's not the point of today's pop music. It's grist for the mill, it's disposable, just like that dress you bought at Forever 21.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Dancing is sexual, music is sexual, if you're denying this, you've never hit the dance floor. Instead of criticizing, jump in!

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. No means no. Boys do cross the line, unfortunately. But girls have more power than ever before.


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