At the library yesterday, Rada picked up a DVD and CD for something called “Camp Rock”. It looked innocuous enough: a Disney movie about a young woman learning to be true to herself, honoring humble roots, and all this taking place in a summer camp for aspiring rock musicians.
Well, the DVD was pleasantly bland enough: lots of 16-somethings dancing around behind lake and mountain vistas. But the real horror is the soundtrack. Rada has been playing the music CD incessantly. This morning at 5:30 am I am hearing “Oh baby I’ve got to find me, you’ve got to find you-ooo-oo”. The songs are stunningly insipid: the lyrics an ersatz-rock genre, sanitized for language and content. And the music is teeth-gratingly bad: think High School Musical but without the pretty chord changes.