Yabba Dabba Don't

"My room is the G-Spot. Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock"

This line came from a song I heard the other day on the radio, while trying to turn to my favorite station, 1010 WINS. Now don't get me wrong, I have an ipod full of Fitty Cent, Jay-Z and even a little Biggie Smalls. So, I do consider myself a fan somewhat of popular music. This song, however is indicative of what is wrong with music today.

1. While I don't mind suggestive lyrics, I rocked out to "Super Freak" when I was in the 8th grade, you have to at least be clever with them. Somehow, referencing Fred Flintstone is not going to get me in the mood. Which leads me to my next problem

2. Who is the target audience for this song? If you're old enough to remember the Flintstones, chances are you're not getting hot and bothered by thinking about Fred Flintstone. You're also probably not listening to this type of music altogether although I could be wrong.

3. What about poor Barney? Did have any say in this song? Are there licensing fees that should be paid? I know that BamBam can lift heavy things and all, but will that be enough to pay for college? Let's face it, he was always better looking than Fred anyway so really they should have referenced him. But I guess, "call me Mr. Rubble" doesn't quite have the same ring to it. Then...

4. What about poor Wilma? How does she feel now that millions of pre-teen and teenage girls are listening to this song and thinking about Fred? I think she sickened, that's what I think!! If I were her, I'd find out who put out this song and sue them for libel. Finally....

5. Fred came out with his own song, "There's a town I know where the people go called Bedrock, twist, twist" Even though the song skipped in the middle of it (damn bird as record player grrrrrr) It was a pretty catchy tune and I can still sing it today. This other song, eh not so much.

So as you can see this makes this song a "Yabba, Dabba Don't" that's what I learned today.