Back when I was in college at the University of Delaware, everyone was listening to Kid ‘n Play‘s 2Hype.
The CD included the party song of the day, a little ditty called Rollin’ With Kid ‘n Play. Then, when House Party and House Party II hit theatres, the deed was done. We were all Kid ‘n Play fans. Hell, I can still tell you, unambiguously, that “Kid spelled backward describes you best.”*
Now, some 20 years later, I am loathe to admit this because, well, Kid ‘n Play sucked. Royally. In a hindsight-laced nutshell, they were two hack “rappers” (quotes intended) who didn’t even write their own stuff. They could dance a little, rhyme a little, act a little (very little). But because we were young, dumb and willing to buy anything shiny, we, the students of 1990, were hooked.
I bring this up because, in 2009, I see great similarities between Kid ‘n Play and the flavor of the past few yearsâ€”the awful Black Eyed Peas. Like Kid ‘n Play, the Peas put out infectious grooves. Like Kid ‘n Play, the Peas have some physical appeal. Like Kid ‘n Play, the Peas, well, bite. They’re not merely terrible. They’re t-e-r-r-i-b-l-e. So bad. And yet, because of packaging and makeup and hype, they sell and sell and sell.
Anyhow, remember this post 10 years from now, when “Black Eyed Peas” is synonymous with suckitude.
* A line from the epic House Party battle scene.