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Now That's What I Call Music Vol. 1,087 (Haiku) by Nicholas Jones I like CDs which
sound like they are stuck though they
in fact are not. Yet.
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Posted: June 9, 2004 4:17 AM PDT; Last modified: June 9, 2004 4:17 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.37247 Overall Rank: 13041 Comments:
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Shardik @ 24.130.62.63
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I get what you're trying to convey, but its not worded in a manner that gives me wood.
What have golf clubs got to do with anything?
Excessive explanation of poem: 'Now That's What I Call Music' is a long running series of chart hit compilations. They come out regularly and are full of rubbish, though I have a fondness for one my brother had which included '99 Red Balloons' by Nena. In some sense they are stuck because they always include the same type of disposable pop music. But then they always reflect the period in which they come out so they are to some extent always different.
On the other hand, I like music which deliberately sounds like the CD is stuck. An example of this is 'The Dance', first track on The Music's eponymous debut album. So the poem is a juxtaposition of these two possible readings. Paradoxically making a sound like a stuck CD is a fairly progressive thing to do (exploding traditional notions of music) where chart compilations are not. Think about it.
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