Pitbull and Ke$sha Get All Harmonica Hoedown For "Timber"

Today it's hopefully going to be me giving you a thoughtful analyasis of "Timber", a song that's currently Billboard's Numero Uno. It combines the talents of Miami's own Pitbull and the ubiquitous Ke$sha of "Tik Tok" fame. I can tell you right off that you can get a party started with this jam. That's due in no small measure to the adorable harmonica that's a firm fixture in the background. Who knew Ke$sha could get, as Marie Osmond might have summed it up, a little bit country. She already has the rap bad girl (or suburbs stab at it) act down cold. This time she's being transported to hoedown land. None of the peak hour drunken debauchery that here catalog to this point has been based on. You music maniacs may recall in Pink's "U and Ur Hand" she sang, "I can tell that's it goin' down...tonight." "Timber" has got to be the first time any artist of any persuasion ever followed up "It's going down" with "I'm yelling timber". I'm not sure whose going to be depositing more royalty checks on the basis of trees making a star appearance. Smokey The Bear must not be feeling too chipper right about now. Again, timing is everything. The guy who posed for the Brawny paper towel brand shouldn't be left out of the financial windfall. Never before have we learned exactly what is "going down". Often it's implied in music that a party or an ass-whooping can be expected on the immediate horizon. But we haven't gotten certain visible proof of the circumstance. Miley Cyrus doesn't know it yet but she says thank you Pitbull for injecting her already overexposed puss into another contemporary music project. The hombre does need to be careful in pushing the reverse cougar angle. He's 32 and she only recently became street legal 21. Twerking, the slutty dance Miley has brought into the modern vernacular, is part of Pitbull's rap landscape. He had to have pulled those lyrics straight out of the quasi-legendary MTV Video Music Awards where Miley twerked, writhed, and essentially made an entire order of nuns expire of fatal heart attacks at the sight of her yellng bullhorn style through her choice of expression, "Look at me!! I'm not Hannah Montana anymore!" "Would somebody please have their way with me?" Why does "timber" pop up at the tail end of each line of Pitbull's lyrics during his first salvo of scintillating speaking? Moreover I'm not quite clear if "timber" is supposed to be an interjection or a casually tossed off title word that loses all vigor each time we hear it. I guess it boils down to a lightly titillating track that gives America's forestry industry its day in the sun. As you might have known the bass booms yet again. Got to have something for the impromptu hand claps to feed off of. "Twerking in their bras and thongs, eh Pitbull?" How thoughtful it is of you to seize the short attention span audience that missed Miley's video show infamy (or brilliance if your BVD's swing that way). Seriously Alan Thicke's Jason Seaver would have analyzed the bejeebers out of son Robin's participation in this Sodom and Gomorrah stage demonstration. "One more shot, another round. End of the night, it's going down." So "Timber" is what we're all supposed to yell out when one of our drunken homies slides off his barstool in a drunken lump. Trees? Intoxication? Would you guys make up your mind already? I'm the last person to insist a song must mean something but I would appreciate knowing how to categorize the title. "Swing your partner round and round" summons up the whole hoedown in the hood concept. And we're right back to "End of the night, it's going down". Both Pitbull and Ke$sha picked the "If you can't convince 'em, confuse 'em." tack for their lyrics. "Timber" is like a decent morally sound acquaintance. You don't mind exchanging hellos to each other and possibly sharing a brief coffee together, but you wouldn't want the guy wearing out his welcome with a super-sized visit. Your relatives have no doubt heard of 3-Minute Brand Oats. "Timber" slides right into the rote 3-Minute Brand pop formula. Are you going to be rendered speechless long after the song ends? No. But you'll be hard pressed not to think of it as a jocular little boost to your day-to-day batch of to-dos. By the way...do you have any idea how frustrating it is to have a blog where your most recent "compliments" are diluted in a no-fat milk way because the artists, the record companies, the booking agents, etc...aren't giving you solid wood to chop at? "Timber" at best rates a polite smile because the body of this tree is matchstick thin.