Pop Culture Collision
Jan. 4th, 2007 10:56 amSo, I'm looking at Penny Arcade's latest offering, a relatively funny piece about the Zune, and when I hit the last panel my mind automatically tries to fit the lyrics to "Sometimes When We Touch" — taking me to a dark in my mind where I never wanted to go again lest I scream out in terror at the memory of countless covers of this — before I realise it's not that song.
Turns out it's a new kind of terror entirely: "Everytime We Touch" by Cascada, someone who I've never heard of (and that's when yet another example of my encroaching old fogeyness hits me), and when I watch the music video I sit, slack-jawed in amazement at the banality of the music, although I admit the video does have some mild amusement value.
Two thoughts collide almost simultaneously, reminding me of my popular culture contamination by both sides of the Atlantic.
First, Natalie Horler, the lead singer of Cascada, looks like a young Camille Coduri, so if they want someone to play a younger Jackie Tyler, that's your girl.
Second, listening to the electro-pop melody of the song, I keep expecting Mr Six, that wrinkled old guy from the Six Flags commercials, to jump out and start boogie-ing down. I mean seriously, it's the same bloody instruments.
This is what it is like to live inside my brain. It hurts.
Turns out it's a new kind of terror entirely: "Everytime We Touch" by Cascada, someone who I've never heard of (and that's when yet another example of my encroaching old fogeyness hits me), and when I watch the music video I sit, slack-jawed in amazement at the banality of the music, although I admit the video does have some mild amusement value.
Two thoughts collide almost simultaneously, reminding me of my popular culture contamination by both sides of the Atlantic.
First, Natalie Horler, the lead singer of Cascada, looks like a young Camille Coduri, so if they want someone to play a younger Jackie Tyler, that's your girl.
Second, listening to the electro-pop melody of the song, I keep expecting Mr Six, that wrinkled old guy from the Six Flags commercials, to jump out and start boogie-ing down. I mean seriously, it's the same bloody instruments.
This is what it is like to live inside my brain. It hurts.