Obsession Song of the Week: Week Three

It took me a while to get into this song. I usually can't judge a song until I hear it at least five times, which some people think is odd, but if I hear it that many times and then it moves into the honeymoon period, in which it's the only collection of sounds in the world that I want to hear for days, it's a winner.

I was first introduced to this song driving along the bay in Sausalito with my friend, we'll call her Doy. She had recently discovered the song and wanted me to match her enthusiasm for it. I could not. She played it for me maybe three times, which didn't reach my threshold, and I was too busy catching up with her to care. My roommate then brought it back to my attention about 8 months later, and suddenly I was blasting it on repeat and making her have dance parties to it with me. So good. SO good.

Advisory: I find the "explicit" content a bit jarring, however. From the sound of it, you would never think that there would need to be a disclaimer for it. Regina Spektor especially never struck me as that kinda gal, and the song really doesn't "need" the f word, if you ask me. Not that I'm anti swearing, or that word in particular. I am the biggest proponent of creative expression and creative license, defenses I constantly cited when fighting for the "permission" to swear in front of my mom in adolescence. "Ladies don't say 'Crap.'" I hate that word in particular, anyway. It's just such a statement in a song, that in this one it was surprising and seems out of place to me.

This song also doesn't fit my uptempo requirements and it's not a ballad, but it's catchy and fun and I love it. It has an up, fun quality to it, despite the snarky and somewhat "too real" subject matter. (Snarky? Yep, I said it.)