
More of life’s nuances come into focus with each passing year. For example, remember when you found out why the older kids chuckled whenever 69 appeared in the stat-line? Or the epiphany you had upon realizing the original Atlanta Hawks logo actually was a hawk, and not some weird, jagged Pac-Man? “Creamofsomeyoungguy,” anyone?
Well, after 10 years of passing on The Bloodhound Gang’s “The Bad Touch” because of the song’s ultra-popularity (along with my own ignorance and blurred associations with Slim Shady), this whirlwind of wit finally figured in my head and has subsequently made it’s way into regular rotation. Driving home dirty thoughts via blunt metaphors and a killer kick/snare combo, this celebrated single from the Pennsylvanian posse’s Hooray For Boobies album is finally an obvious piece of satire for myself, five years away from 30. Now that I’ve gotten some experience under my belt (in more ways than one,) it’s the perfect time to rediscover all the uncensored and relentless one-liners littered throughout this dance-ready comedy routine, because I can understand first-hand the well-thought-out and trivial thumps for a matured funny bone and also appreciate how it still stays vague enough to remain radio-friendly and allude juveniles. Read the rest of this entry »