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Wednesday, September 15, 2004

The Greatest Song in the World!, or "Where is my lunch?" 

No, it's not "Tribute", by Tenacious D. I mean, come on. That is just a tribute. No, that's not the greatest song in the world. But think for a while: what sort of requirements are there in acquiring the much vaunted status of greatest song in the world? Maybe you'll be able to guess as I narrow down the necessary qualities.

Well, great songs have meaning, whether how the song ties into a memory in your life, or how you relate to it, or any way that it has an impact on you. This song does all of those things for me. Many great songs have some technical skill behind them, but this is not always necessary. I will say that this song has some real artistic AND technical merit. It's also great for a song to have powerful, meaningful lyrics. While the lyrics of this song are not intricate, they are some of the most powerful lyrics heard in modern music.

And above all else, the song needs to ROCK. A great song grabs you by your loins and doesn't let go until it's had its way with you.

Well, by now, I think you've guessed the song.


That's right, the theme from Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers.


Dear God, that song is the pinnacle of rockitude! It begins with the mighty cry, "Power Rangers!" and a roaring guitar smashes in with the chords, witch cascade into a solo of mind-blowing proportions. The unbreakable call returns again and again: "Go, go, Power Rangers!" and the guitar wails ascent.

This my friends, is the kind of music found only at the beginning and end of the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers TV show.


Nicky Young

MY E-MAIL! Okayeahwhatever@yahoo.com.
AIM: Jake Aimer

7 Comments:

pinnacle of rockitude?!??!?!..... lol... priceless

By Blogger murphy, at 9:32 AM  

Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion!!!!! YEAH!!!! I have died, went to heaven, eaten chocolate cheesecake, and come home. huuuuuh. mmmmmmm. Morrowing 2..... mmmm.....

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 2:05 PM  

What are you doing? This is not a Morrowind 2 post. Go the hell back to reading your Slashdot, and drinking your diet Mountain Dew, because it will really help you lose weight. Nerd.

By Blogger Nicky, at 9:30 PM  

Werd.

By Blogger Kalus, at 12:44 PM  

hey it's Kagan.

The Morrowind 2 post was by me. I thought you would have known. One day, the nerds and I who you have kept locked up, the ones who have been de-virusing your computers and working minumum wage programming the next OS for Microsoft will rise up. We will fight against our jock opressors and use our time machine to go back in time to the point of Stephen Hawking's birth, heal him using our futuristic medical advances which we have kept secret from the rest of the race, and replace his vital organs and appendages with bionic parts. He shall be our KING. There will be no escape.

Morrowind 2.... *drool*..... so.... so good.... mmmm.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 5:59 PM  

Ooh, I'm terrified! Who will remove the viruses from my plague-ridden Apple computer, or program my next version of Microsoft Windows? Wait, I'm a nerd, right? So I don't have anything to fear from you anyway. As opposed to all of those jocks whom you are clearly going to beat up. With DARK ELF WIZARDY! Why is Stephen Hawking our king? I mean, he's a brilliant theoretical scientist but that really only applies to science nerds who know what the hell he's talking about. For Gaming Nerds, who are generally much less intelligent, he's just a cripple in a wheelchair. Also, why would we need to cure Stephen Hawkings? I mean, it's nice and all, but wouldn't he be more representative of the nerds—or nerdlings as we call them, or 'lings as Starcraft players call them—as a less physically abled leader? I mean, I gotta be serious here, nerds aren't that far apart from Stephen Hawking when it comes to physical capacity. We definitely do less with what we've got than he does. Okay, I guess I'll post again sometime, but I'm in a periodical slump. See ya.

By Blogger Nicky, at 6:48 PM  

Ha ha. I hope your train of creative thought is derailed forever. Then your "loyal fans" won't have to be subjected to your warped, incomprehensible nonsense. I hope you choke.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:37 PM  

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