One of the best parts about hip-hop/rap/R&B/whatever-you-want-to-call-it is that somehow, someway, a bad song can actually be a good song. In a bizarre turnabout of what we usually believe, there is not only an economic demand but a cultural demand for shitty rap songs. When society is out grinding at the club, society doesn’t want to listen to the social-political musings of Common. Society wants to grind all up on you.
Enter T-Pain.
Is T-Pain a good musician? I don’t know. Is T-Pain contributing to the advancement of music? I can’t tell you. Will Barack Obama’s re-dedication to scientific research within NASA contribute to the advancements of robots, causing them to become self-aware and rise up against us? Maybe.
But I do know this: Society loves grinding to T-Pain. Combine that with Young Jeezy, and I don’t really care if the title of the song is indeed a sexual position lauded for bringing sensual pleasure to women everywhere. I know I’m going to enjoy listening to its simple idiocy. As a girl once said to me, “Its T-Pain-ness is off the charts.” Indeed it is. And you know what? Sometimes, that’s exactly what I want.
Because sometimes, like society, I just want to grind all up on you.
