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It's the same damn song!

This is another post dedicated to all of the supressed memories that "Party Shuffle" brings back. I believe in Romantic literature this is called "Return of the repressed," but I could (and probably) am mistaken.
"I Saw the Sign" came up today while I tried to finish up a paragraph connecting James Joyce and Modernism (which is kind of like connecting Barry Bonds and steroids or Def Leppard and Rocking). Ace of Base was kicking it old school, so I decided to put on the rest of their hits as well, e.g. Don't Turn Around, Cruel Summer, All That She Wants.
And then I came to the horrifying realization...it's the same beat on all of their songs. Ace of Base only has one base line, albeit a great one, that was repeated far too often. They were the Nickelback of their day. The exact same beat. If you play the White Album backwards, you hear Paul McCartney telling you to do drugs and then he gives you the recipe for a kicking lentil stew. if you play any Ace of Base record backwards, you'll just hear the same damn songs only in reverse order. Download them for yourself. This is an alarming trend that has gone unnoticed for far too long.
But, then again, if you plagiarize from yourself, does it still count? For that matter, if you steal your own identity, what do you call that? Or if your split personality steals your kidney and sells it on the black market, is that theft or enterprise? I'm rambling and should probably take that as a sign to get back to my finals.
Go with Christ.

Comments

Shua said…
I don't think that the issue is the stealing from their own songs. I believe the crime here is unoriginality. I was listening to them in the car on a ride, and noticed the same thing as you did. Now the real question is: Do we care? Or does it just mean that listening to an entire album with the same beat as I Saw the Sign is just too much for most people's brains to handle?

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