First, let me explain who Rob Sheffield is; Sheffield is a contributing editor for Rolling Stone magazine and is apparently a self eccentric individual. Am I a little envious? A little, who wouldn’t want to just wake up one day and proclaim that they are a pop music journalist genius. However, Sheffield’s latest review of Robin Thicke‘s single, “Blurred Lines” in that it’s the worst song of this year, 2013 or any year, is well, just someone being an a-hole. Yeah, I said it. Sheffield, I know you stated you have zero interest in having people agree with you but your pompous attitude deserves some sort of rebuttal now doesn’t it? I mean, it’s like telling someone, “I don’t care” when in fact you do care. ”Come on Sheffield!”, you applauded Miley Cyrus‘s most obnoxious routine at the MTV 2013 Music Video Music Awards, seriously? That’s what you call music? A twenty something girl grabbing her crotch, sticking out her tongue like a four-year old and sounding like she smoked a pack of Marlboro reds before she hit the stage. I’ll say it again, “come on Sheffield!” If you want to be proclaimed the edgy journalist that you want to be then get off the bus and throw the hammer down. Mmmm, wonder why Cyrus was snubbed at the Emmy’s? You know why and I know why and just because fans eat up such useless controversy it’s all just pop crap now isn’t it?
“Blurred Lines” went to number one on the U.S. Billboard Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs chart as well as the Billboard R&B Songs and peaked at number one in 14 other countries. Sheffield your argument stands like the Democrats argument who proclaim the country is racist towards our beloved President Obama. Your both wrong. Now do I believe “Blurred Lines” is the best song ever? No, I don’t but do I hate it so much that I would “want to punch it in the nose” whatever the hell that means. It’s apparent that this one song is eating away at your very soul for some odd reason. It’s not the song i’m defending, it’s the integrity of you going “all balls out” in proclaiming that this song and Robin Thicke are nothing but garbage. Who knows, maybe you secretly love the song and now you suffer from nightmares that have you seeing “blurred lines”. Maybe you secretly want to look like Robin Thicke and your so jealous of that stubble on his face that you speak of it in hatred. Or maybe you have a shih tzu and Thicke kicked it on the street one day. At this point, it’s something I would consider doing if I was Thicke and I wouldn’t put it past you Scheffield of owning a small yappy dog. Sound familiar?
The best part of Sheffield’s rant is that he clearly states, “It’s not simply a reasoned critical perspective, pointing out the obvious flaws in craft and tone” Really? Then why do you Sheffield do just that? Pointing out the obvious of Thicke ripping off the riffs of the great Marvin Gaye‘s, “Got To Give It Up” What’s the outcome of this so-called copy infringement? What’s that Sheffield? Still thinking. Sheffield, if you wanted to make a statement, a clear defining statement of why you hate this song so much there were a variety of other ways to go. The subject matter of the song maybe, the music video perhaps or even the geometry you bring up but then you would be considered just a hypocrite for the mere fact that you wrote this article, “It’s Miley, Bitch: The Tongue That Licked The World. So it’s safe to say you took the easy, more democratic approach. However, the article falls flat, the arguments prove pointless and it reads as a journalist who well, just hates Robin Thicke because he made a song that millions liked and you didn’t.
Rob, if I may just call you Rob now. You have been analyzing pop music for how long? At the end of the day it’s all just music, either you like it or hate it but whatever your emotional connection is with a song sometimes its just best to keep it to yourself. In this case, you should have hit delete.