AMT returns tomorrow, but a couple of matters are left over from the end of the last series. Firstly, Richard writes:
Apropos of the AMT228 reference to Polo Ralph Lauren.
The cheaper branded clothing has small ponies, the more expensive has the large ponies and sometimes even a polo team.
While this may be of no interest to your listeners, I feel I need to tell you so that should we pass in the street and I’m wearing my normal “uniform” of polo shirt/Levi combo you don’t think I’m a skank.
As if we would! What could be posher than somebody walking around covered in an entire polo team?
Next, Shelley from Richmond, Virginia:
I can tell you in no uncertain terms that your interpretation of R. Kelly’s Remix to Ignition song is badly, horribly, hilariously wrong.
When he says, “It’s like Murder She Wrote, once I get you out them clothes,” he’s saying something much more violently sexual than “my sex game is so mysterious.”
What he’s saying is: “I am going to kill that pussy.”
Murder that vagina. Commit homicide upon that genital region until it is worn out and useless and sweaty and sore. There is no use denying this will happen, because the murder has already been written as soon as your clothes come off. Once you have become naked, say goodbye to your genitals. Vaginal death is imminent and unavoidable.
And when he says, “food everywhere, as if the party was catered,” it’s because his music is FOR the lower middle class. That’s who is supposed to hear these lyrics and think to themselves, “Hey, I can relate to R. Kelly. I know that feel, bro. I, too, can throw a party with food. Everyone will be very impressed and the panties will drop. I, myself, will destroy genitalia! This music is my life.”
Hmm. I’m not sure I fully agree with this hypothesis, but it certainly is a very spirited argument.