A couple things. First, I just ate a bag of popcorn. I should not eat corn. But it was calling me, especially after reading this article. If you read it it should not make sense why I ate the popcorn. But I love that stuff, and it does not love me. I need to throw out the other bag.
I recently downloaded the T-Pain app for my phone. Having never been a real fan of his (I did try to love "In Love With A Stripper" but I hate strippers), I was intrigued by the autotune part of the program. We've been having fun recording impromptu songs about the dogs or making rice--all over original beats provided by T-Pain. I have since tried to record other original songs, including love songs and ballads and today, rap.
First, I just started singing into the phone, something to the tune of "Tea for Two". That did not sound like a hit in the making, so I proceeded to check out the original T-Pain songs that came with the program. But before I did this I recorded the first verse of Salt-n-Pepa's "Shoop". Apparently I did not need the autotune there because there were no effects on the recording, which really takes all the fun out of it! The program includes his hits "Stipper" and some other random joints. I picked "Stripper" to try. I used the intro to just say "Yeah yeah You haven't heard it like this before" a couple times. The words were coming up on the screen, but I couldn't bring myself to talk to some lady about her thighs, and I couldn't keep up. At all.
Then the verse started. I know it seems like this is a bit of a slow song, but the verses are very quick, don't make sense, and don't rhyme. They are basically him just kind of talking fast, but not in a rap kind of way, just in a weird way. I could not keep up so I ended up doing some jazz runs and some scat-style vocal noises. Needless to say, I did not make a very convincing cover of "In Love With A Stripper".
It seems like nearly anyone these days can just crank out a hit about anything. Maybe I'm just stifling myself and my creativity. The song about rice was kind of hot. But I am no T-Pain.
Jon
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