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I'm Okay With An S-Club Party

I used to have a problem with chart music. I thought I was too cool for commercialism, but it's what everyone needs as part of a well-balanced music diet.

All my working life, I've worked for companies that employ people to subject their coworkers to their bad musical tastes. They play radio stations such as More FM and 91ZM (I know we played a gig that was sponsored by 91ZM once, but that's okay because sponsorship equals money, and money is good) which play the top 30 pop hits over and over every day. Even if you despise Britney Spears with a passion, you soon find yourself humming, or even singing, along with her latest song. After all these years, I've grown a sort of fondness for chart music.

There is something about pop that makes me click my fingers, shake my bootie and sing out loud. Pop music is simple, with catchy beats and repetition. Everyone knows that repetition (whether it is a sentence in the song, or the fact that these songs tend to play 25 times a day on the same radio station) is good for the soul. So are the deep, and often passionately worded lyrics.

Don't you treat me bad
Don't you make me sad
Our love could be as deep as the ocean
If you can't be true
I got news for you
Just remember I can be poison

There is no better way to start off the weekend, than a good old dance to some good old pop music. As my flatmate as I walked towards one of our favourite bars last weekend, Motel, we heard the wonderful sounds of The Grand** as we meandered past. On our way back, and a few drinks later, we decided that it was a great idea to go in for a boogie woogie. We step on to the dance floor, just as S-Club 7 starts to play. We remove our jackets. I adjust my porn star glasses. We shake our groove thangs.

Finally, Friday night, feeling kinda good, looking alright
Gotta get moving, can't be late, gotta get grooving, just can't wait
Get the feeling, push the ceiling, player-hater, get ready everybody because here we go
S-Club, (there ain't no party, like an S-Club party), gonna show you how (everyone get down tonight)
S-Club, (there ain't no party, like an S-Club party), gonna take you high (shake your body from side to side)

I love pop***. My flatmate loves pop. The Irish girl I sit next to at work loves pop. Everyone loves pop. No one is too cool for commercialization. Get some pop in ya, sexy internet readers. It'll do you the world of good.

* For those of you who don't know who S-Club 7 are, you must download this, and push the ceiling whilst you shake your bootie to this little ditty. ** The Grand is a bar in Wellington, that plays lots, and lots, and lots more, of brilliant, chart-topping pop. *** I don't actually own any. Or do I?