I am doing a class about music for my high school kids this week. I’m basically spending 5% of the class yelling at them, 75% of the class teaching them the definition of “genre”, and the rest of the class playing music for them. I am playing a few of my favorite songs, a couple of their favorite songs, and then I let them choose the last one. They keep choosing this video:
These borderline transvestites make Lady GaGa look like June Cleaver. But they like it – so I play it. My favorite songs are a different story. They absolutely abhor my current favorite song:
I’m guessing they might like it more if Ray wore a jumpsuit made out of Saran Wrap and glitter, dyed his hair purple, and got a Hello Kitty tattoo.
Until next time.