I’d read the phrase ‘my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard’ in Time magazine and then somewhere online and figured I should learn where it comes from (I don’t listen to the radio anymore). It’s from ‘Milkshake’ on Kelis’s new album Tasty. It’s another one of those songs that has such a great funky, sexed-up, Prince-worthy bass arrangement – but stupid lyrics. For this song – the verses are dumb but the ‘la la la la the boys are waiting’ has a nice edgy sex-worker feel – and the intervals of the melody are fun too. I feel the same about ‘Oops… Oh My!’ by Tweet and Britney’s ‘I’m a Slave 4 U’. All three are great horned-up songs that tap your root chakra but the words behind them betray the lusty pop arrangements. Just like I think that Destiny’s Child’s ‘Survivor’ song had a great melody but that ‘I’m a survivor, I’m gonna make, I’m a survivor, keep on survivin” is just a stupid stanza. If you’re gonna pay the high priced arrangers to do such great music why not hire a better librettist?

I totally just trashed my argument by using the word librettist.






3 responses to “Milkshake”

  1. philre Avatar

    Being a big fan of Kelis, I can say that Milkshake is a sort of a satire on the whole Britney, Christina,… thing, while still celebrating her own sexiness. Her milkshake is truly better than theirs. Even though she acts slutty, I can’t say she’s a slut (but I can say it again and again to Britney et al.).

    I listened to the song and did not like it in the least.

  2. Sam Avatar

    I like Milkshake… but the rest of that CD is SHIT. I mean utter bullshit, bullshit that isn’t as good as music I made on my Yamaha PSR-180 when I was 14. I’m so glad I didn’t pay for it.

  3. Addy Avatar

    As for the librettist thing, at least you knew you trashed your argument. As for the song, I just heard it for the first time yesterday and it has gone in that odd category of songs I love to hate, for exactly the reason you mentioned–it illicits some sort of great response from us, but then has freakin’ stupid lyrics. That and it made me want a milkshake the entire time I was trying to get myself killed in Chicago rush-hour traffic today. booyah.

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