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Why are rock singers always rebelling against enunciation?

Why is it “Ides of March”? Pretty sure it’s just one ide.

22 Comments

  1. It’s the Nirvana lesson ala Weird Al:

    Now I’m mumblin’ and I’m screamin’
    And I don’t know what I’m singin’
    Crank the volume, ears are bleedin’
    I still don’t know what I’m singin’
    We’re so loud and incoherent
    Boy, this oughta bug your parents

  2. I guess oen Ide in the hand is worth two in the bush? I have no IDEa.

    Most of the new “hit” singers mumble in song and speech. Must be a requirement to be a hit is to be non-understandable.

    Non-understandable is a Science! word.

  3. Random thoughts:
    – Wasn’t there a rock or pop group called The Ides Of March? I seem to remember that. I don’t remember if they could enunciate, though.
    – I do know Jeff Foxworthy said the reason so many Nascar fans hate Jeff Gordon is because he enunciates. I guess Nascar fans don’t like to be enunciated at.
    – Enunciate. Sounds like the name of a blog for nuns.
    – Enunciate sounds like “A nun, she ate?” That’s just silly.

  4. Jeff Foxworthy was wrong, however, Infidel. I hated Jeff Gordon when he showed up in that rainbow outfit and with that high school moustache, trying to look like the Intimidator.

    I will, of course, admit that I don’t trust any race car driver who pronounces trying with the g. If you’re a country boy, Yankee or Dixie, you don’t pronounce the g.

  5. “Jeff Foxworthy was wrong, however, Infidel. I hated Jeff Gordon when he showed up in that rainbow outfit and with that high school moustache, trying to look like the Intimidator.”

    I’ll have to take your word for it, Marko, since I’ve never watched a Nascar event. But showing up with a rainbow outfit is a good enough reason to hate him in my book.

    It’s obvious to me opera and Irish ballads are part of an international conspiracy against enunciation. They better keep their filthy hands off my bacon!

  6. Proud Infidel:
    “Ides of March” had a hit around 40 years ago entitled “Vehicle.”

    I’m the friendly stranger in the black sedan; won’t you hop inside my car.
    I got pictures, got candy, I’m a lovable man and I can take you to the nearest star.

    I’m your vehicle, baby. I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go.
    I’m your vehicle, woman, but now I’m sure you know…

    That I love you, I need you, I want you, got to have you child.
    Great God in Heaven you know I love you.

    Ah, my days as a radio DJ in the 70s…

  7. Rock singers don’t annunciate their words in songs because they own all those ‘Lyrics To Songs’ Websites.
    Either that, or, Bob Dylan is an epidemic, contageous disease.

    The I’des of March: I’d rather it was still February…..I’d start spring cleaning, but it’s still muddy March…..I’d be much happier if we didn’t do Daylight Savings Time….
    I’d be wearing summer clothes, but it’s only March…..”I’d prefer not to go to the Theatre of Pompey on the 15th of March.”—-Julius Caesar

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