Fred Flintstone Can’t Be Happy About This

Recently we discussed the lyrics to Tik Tok by Kesha after one of my kids was doing a sing-a-long in the car with her friends. They sang every painful word. Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack…
But I’ll tell you what’s even more painful. A group of 7-9 year old children singing, Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock. Dis. Turb. Ing.
Try writing a column with that song stuck in your head.
By Merritt Patterson
Mar. 31, 2010 | 8:38 am | 14 Comments | Comments RSS







14 comments to "Fred Flintstone Can't Be Happy About This"
We were at a 4th grade party at Coffee Park this fall. The kids were singing along to “I kissed a Girl”, and lots of other songs that were not appropriate–AT ALL. The DJ didn’t seem to think anything about all the songs he played.
Wilma never did much for me but I think we all know that Betty Rubble was a closet freak.
train wreckgirl for the first time on American Idol singing something called “blah, blah, blah”. I had already seen the lyrics of tic/tok from Merritt’s previous post. When I told my daughter that Kesha did not represent good music, my daughter told me that I didn’t understand and that I was too old (everyone reading this, please raise your hand if you have been on either side of this discussion).Here’s what I did, FWIW, and amazingly it seems to have worked.
We went to the DVR, where I still had AI from the night before, which had featured Kesha and Orianthi. She watched Orianthi, just spell-bound by her guitar playing. If you don’t know Orianthi, she’s an amazing guitar player, 24-year old Aussie, who can match chops with Carlos Santana.
We then fast forwarded to Kesha. After playing that, I stopped, and my daughter commented: “that was horrible”.
I promised to help her learn anything that she wants about music, so that she can discern “good” and “bad” music. It’s only a week later, but so far so good.
Again, FWIW……
I wish I had grown up with parents who appreciated great music (old and new). I had to discover it on my own. Every time I read an interview with a talented artist who cites early influences as the old blues/rock/folk albums his/her parents played in the house, I immediately think of my wife playing Kiss FM with my future kids in the back seat. [Shudder].
I hope I have cool indie rock kids who make fun of the Kesha kids… I blame the parents. [Kidding...sort of].
‘Cause I know you don’t care what my middle name is.
I wanna be naked but you’re wasted).
Rihanna’s Rude Boy can’t be far behind. If you let your kids listen to the radio or watch videos then you won’t be able to escape this.
Come here rude boy, boy
Can you get it up
Come here rude boy, boy
Is you big enough
Take it, take it
Baby, baby
Take it, take it
Love me, love me
Tonight
I’mma give it to you harder
Tonight
I’mma turn your body out
Relax
Let me do it how I wanna
If you got it
I need it
And I’mma put it down
Buckle up
I’mma give it to you stronger
Hands up
We can go a little longer
Tonight
I’mma get a little crazy
Get a little crazy, baby
Is it a level of descentisization? and What is inappropriate these days?
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