Why, oh why, would the legendary Quincy Jones risk one of his greatest hits with T-fucking-Pain and also-ran Robin Thicke? "P.Y.T." is my favourite MJ tune. It's better than "Thriller." Better than "Beat It." I'd even put it above "Human Nature," which I love to no end. I have no doubt that The King of Pop is doing a spinning nut grab in his grave this very minute. So imagine my motivation to make this my second Bad, Real Bad post in the last 12 hours.
My heart just sank hearing T-Pain's modulated runs paint a shit streak across the song's iconic opening guitar riffs. I can't even begin to describe how much my hate juices are brewing for this remake. This is about as egregious as asking Flo-Rida to cover "Juicy." Can you imagine how awful that would be? This is worse.
The music industry needs to adopt a system to retire certain songs. Just like how players in the NHL can ever wear No. 99, there are just some songs that should never be touched again. You're messing with greatness here, Teddy! Nobody wants to hear this shit. And those who do (aka teens and younger) don't get a vote because they don't know what classic music is. Shit, I'm 26 and even I can admit I've barely scratched the surface when it comes to anything pre-1990.
Now almost an hour later, I've just pushed the play button for the 7th or 8th time and just realized that I think I would rather listen to the house band on Dancing With The Stars. I would even go so far as to say I'd rather put on my Beats headphones and blast Fergie Live. (Please click this link. It's effin' deadly.) Seriously though, I don't think I could possibly stress any more how badly this song is harshing my ears.
Quincy Jones has done some great things in his time - things that I could only dream to accomplish. My gripe here is: it's one thing if this is a one-off, but it's a whole album of this stuff! Check out this tracklisting. Save for a few names, this album is chock-full of people who have no business even breathing near these songs. It's a poorly-disguised money grab, and it makes me want to download a bunch of Quincy Jones songs and rip him off for even trying to get me to go out and buy this CD.
I didn't cry when MJ died. I think tonight was the first time I really actually missed him.
this... this hurts my ears. my freaken ears.
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