I have deep, abiding love for Jimmy Fallon and the Roots. I think they’re hysterical and super talented and the opposite of most mainstream media (eyyy Kardashians). I have been a Jimmy Fallon fan since his early SNL days, and him having his own late-night show with the Roots backing him up is a marriage of perfection. They also have this amazing ability to take songs that grate on me and make them incredibly enjoyable.
First example: Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen. Okay, maybe this is a bad example, because I – admittedly – sang that song at least 250 times in the minivan with the girls belting along. But Jimmy and the Roots performed WITH her but on classroom instruments, and the result is just so DARLING. (Surely you’ve seen this.) Please note the gentleman playing the bongos. He has enough happiness to get you through the rest of the morning.
Second example: Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke. I hate this song. I mean, I get the APPEAL of this song, but I hate this song, mainly because I find the music video to be wildly obnoxious. The gratuitous nudity, the models dancing awkwardly, the whole feet thing, the references to his crotch… WE GET IT, ROBIN, YOU’RE SO EDGY.
“But it’s so catchy!” The flu is catchy. That doesn’t make it good. But then he performed it with Jimmy Fallon and the Roots, and while I still think it’s a dumb song… they make it less smarmy. Probably because no one’s running in around in a thong and white sneakers. (I can’t even.)
Third example: Your Body by Christina Aguilera. I have no hate for Xtina. She was in her prime when I was in my prime of listening to pop music at my prom, know what I mean? But all of them together here is kind of endearing. I’m mesmerized by the guy pulling on the Scotch tape. I don’t even know what the song is about, but Christina keeps telling me it’s about my body? IDK. *eats Cheetos*
Fourth example: We Can’t Stop by Miley Cyrus. I know, we’re all tired of hearing about her on the news and talking about her, but she did THIS a capella with Jimmy Fallon and the Roots. There’s a lack of Mugatu hairstyle, we can’t see below her collarbone, and no one’s twerking. I LIKE HER HERE, not that she (or anyone) needs my approval. Just fun harmonies and why is this song totally stuck in my head I can’t stop I can’t stoppppp.
So I’m just going to keep singing it, if that’s alright with you.
LA DA DEE DA DEE.