Musical collaboration is a beautiful thing. At its very least, it leads artists to new facets of talent. (Think Springsteen and Patti Smith.) At its best, it leads artists to straight genius that would have been impossible on their own. (Dylan and Joan Baez, for starters.)
At it's apocalyptic worst, collaboration leads to the horrific concoction of Carly Rae Jepsen (crooner of the infamously non-committal "Call Me Maybe") and the perpetually-sniffling Owl City. This musical-match forged in the second-most inner-circle of Hell is, ironically enough, called "Good Time." I'll spare you all the gory details. Basically, the tune painstakingly chronicles the exploits of two self-centered kids goin' out on the town. Some highlights? Owl, as he's known to intimate friends, whines "slept in my clothes like I didn't care," cause guess what guys? Owl City DOESN'T GIVE A FUHCK. Meanwhile, Carly oohs and ahhs about Twilight and text messages. We laugh, we cry, we pull our hair out. Soon, you can buy a whole album of this!
When it comes to really terrible pop music, it's natural to assume an ostrich in the sand credo. You don't have to be Amish to steer clear of mass culture pretty successfully. But when atrocities such as "Good Time" occur, one must take note, if only to have it as an example to point to the next time your friends ask why you never know Top 40 tracks. Now that we've gotten our bad music education for the day, let's go back to pretending Cary Rae and Owl City never met.
Listen if you dare!