40 Year-Old Song - Lorde - Royals
From my write-up last time, in spoiler
Runner-up - The Bananas - Nautical Theme
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Ella Yelich O’Connor, or Lorde, the person in question, had signed her first music deal in her mid-teens having already read 1,000 total books and proofreading her Mother’s doctoral thesis. She was singing for a mother’s friend who happened to be connected in some way to the industry. A Soundcloud success later, three years passage, and still singing after releasing a successful EP in NZ, there she was, smacking, as if instantly, off of the FM dial somehow with that song. That damn song that actually hit on U.S. radio. To get wikkid on ya, I’d worked on that type of song. Written a million raps about material attainment as toughness, as ends. It was the zeitgeist of the aughts and the time -- like these men and women within their creative niche outlets were having fights over their total inventory. And the public was buying it as art. The artists’ assets and goodwill brands acted as if, according to the “artist,” that the imprimatur of new wealth ever sanctified poetry set to a music backdrop was the raison d’etre of the effort. The songs and appearances had lurched almost fatally to celebrity appearance and cash. Accountants with attitudes showing up to work. It was so silly…and then…
But every song's like gold teeth, Grey Goose, trippin' in the bathroom
Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room
We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams
But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair
And we'll never be royals
It don't run in our blood
That kind of lux just ain't for us
We crave a different kind of buzz
Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen B
And baby I'll rule (I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule)
Let me live that fantasy
Who said that? Why were they/it/her/he saying it? The entire industry was completely blindsided. The song hit, and hit hard, spending nine weeks at the top of the billboard charts, longer but not before cries of nihilism, elitism, racism, how dare she... flew over the song. And Lorde? That name? What the hell was that?
And did I mention she was young? Well, she knew what some of her songs were. They were shots across the celebrity bow, announced with more authority than Nuke LaLoosh of Bull Durham fame had ever dreamed, and devastated or at least turned some careers creatively toward other things then capital. People were especially thinking the song was a shot at Jay-Z and Beyonce, That caused problems, quickly put out. But it's hard to imagine a 4:44 and Lemonade might not even be subject fodder worthy of a listen without “Royals” four or so years earlier. The irony? Now everyone knew who Lorde was, too, this now-famous and likely very rich girl from a small town under the equator where even now the water goes the other way, doesn't it? And she’d tell you, too. Her lyrics dealt with the inevitability of her arrival on the scene, and with a bit of humility kept reminding us, not overtly and directly, but with well-composed lines of all too-prescient spirit, that...
1) She’s good.
2) She’s going to be famous.
3) This is how she’ll deal with it. And if you respect it, hey, come along, too...
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@Ilov80s? He's missed the last day or two and this virus makes me do nothing but worry.