Sunday 11 August 2013

Whistle

“Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I’m gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go”

Whistle – Flo Rida

In the world’s list of silliest songs ever written Whistle ranks quite high. It’s hard to see past the lyrics which are a weak metaphor for sexual activity and this song really doesn’t beg to be analysed. It is what it is: Flo Rida asking for a blow job. At least he’s offering to give the girl a bit of a guideline on how he wants it done and he’s going to some difficulty “pull a damn hamstring tryna put it on ya”.

I  really like this song. I’m not too sure why. It’s certainly not clever nor is it the beat behind the lyrics particularly original. I only have a mild liking for Flo Rida and his music and mostly it is because his songs are catchy and a bit of fun to dance to after a few drinks. And I don’t like this song because I take a liking to “blowing whistles”. No, I don’t know quite what it is about Whistle but there is something which makes me take a liking to this song which I couldn’t possibly give you a reason for.

I feel we spend a lot of our lives justifying and rationalising our choices, decisions and tastes. And most of the time we can give a reason. We eat because we enjoy the flavours of food and go surfing and tramping because we like the thrill of adventure. I want to travel overseas because I want to explore and meet new people and improve my worldly knowledge. It makes perfectly rationalised and justified sense.


But there are other things in life we like for no more reason than we simply do. I could break down every emotion I feel when listening to Whistle and talk about every single lyric to try find something I connect to and I still doubt I could pinpoint exactly why I like this song. And what a waste of time and energy that process would be when I could be simply enjoying this song. I have observed in my time on this planet people overanalysing themselves and scrutinising every little thing. But I don’t think you need to justify why you do or do not like something. Sometimes you don’t know. Sometimes other people don’t need to know what it is you connect with. Sometimes you listen to a terribly written song about sex moves sung by a guy named after a state in America for no reason other than you want to. 


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