Usually, 50 weeks out of every year I live under a rock, digging on music from Meshuggah, Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, Burnt Infant, and the like - but during Thanksgiving and Christmas, I visit my family in Texas, and my little sister exposes me to... pop music.
My sister listens to nothing but whatever the radio or American Idol tell her to. Most of it is wretched, overproduced, and over the top obvious, with little to no redeeming merit whatsoever. Yet, this week I was turned on to Ne-Yo.
I have to say I can't hate him. He actually writes his own material (and writes material for a bunch of other pop stars), his music isn't produced to death, and he can actually sing without the omnipresent digital pitch correction. It's pretty clever stuff.
I've had his Miss Independent song running through my head for the last 4 days, and I'm not sick of it yet. I know, I've probably lost any and all credibility I might have ever had. I'll never be able to run for office now.
http://www.myspace.com/neyo
