“Greeting loved ones, let’s take a journey…”
Happy Monday morning (oxymoron I know) and welcome to the Confessions.
Let’s talk about music for a second.
In specific, let’s talk about Katy Perry.
I think I first heard of this popster way back in 2008 when I heard “I Kissed A Girl”. I thought it was catchy but didn’t give it much thought after that. Basically, I considered Katy Perry a smalltime pop star that would disappear shortly.
Boy did I misread that one.
Then I heard “Hot N Cold”. Downloaded it. Listened to it. Sung it when I was alone.
Same thing when I heard “Waking Up In Vegas.”
Then we had songs like “Firework”, “Teenage Dream”, and “California Girls”.
I…I can’t explain it folks.
It’s not like she is that great of a singer, her voice warbles a bit on higher notes, nor do many of her songs make complete sense and yet…
I love them.
I love every single one of them.
And I can’t begin to explain why.
It’s like she has found the perfect mix of pop music, that nirvana of catchiness that has helped us remember songs from the 80’s and 90’s like they just debuted yesterday. Those lyrics are skullfucked into your mind.
“Oh I don’t like any of her songs,” you’ll say.
(5 Minutes Later)
“I know a place/ where the grass is really greener. Warm, wet, and wild/ There must be something in the water. SHIT!”
Or is that just me?
I sing along when your songs come on the radio, I get a warm fuzzy whenever Glee covers you, and I recently bought tickets for me and my fiancée to one of your concerts.
So I give up OK?
You win Katy Perry. You win.
You see that? The woman shoots fireworks out of her chest and makes other people do the same? Her awesome is contagious and volatile.
(OK yeah, the fireworks are metaphorical but dammit if it doesn’t look cool.)
Hello Internets. My name is Kendall and I am a Katy Perry fan.
I no longer feel any shame in this.