GUEST POST by Jonathan McKee has become a regular guest blogger on this site! He is the author of numerous books including the brand new Candid Confessions of an Imperfect Parent, as well as youth ministry books like Connect: Real Relationships in a World of Isolation. You can find his excellent blog here.


I just had lunch with someone whose father works for Homeland Security. This man knew of threats to our country we are probably glad we never knew about. He’s not allowed to talk about the threats, not even to family… but sometimes he would use indirect communication. This person told me stories of early morning phone calls to their house on the East Coast from their dad in D.C. where he would simply say, “Today would be a good day for you to grab the family and go for a drive… to Kentucky!”
As a guy who studies youth culture for a living… sometimes I discover things that most people are probably glad they don’t know.

I just saw the song playlist for the Homecoming dance at my daughter’s high school this coming weekend, a dance I’ve given both of my daughters permission to go to (which has always been an interesting decision to make as a parent). Some of the students posted the playlist on their Facebook page and my youngest, Ashley, showed it to me. I had her snap a few screen shots and send it to me. As I look over this list this morning, reading through the titles of songs I’ve studied and written articles about… I’m troubled with what I know about this music.

My daughter said, “Please don’t call the principal.” (Ha… I’ve only done that once in her lifetime.)

I talked with my oldest daughter, Alyssa, about it this morning. I asked her, “Why don’t you think I should call the principal?”
“Because it’s not going to do any good,” she said matter-of-factly. “They know it’s bad, but they don’t want to know. They just tell the DJ to play the clean versions and they think that they’ve done the responsible thing.” (More from this conversation in my blog.)

I just wonder what would happen if the principal really knew what was going to be played in the speakers on Saturday night?

Here’s just a glimpse:

HOMECOMING DANCE PLAYLIST:
I’ll start with the 3rd song on the playlist:

Ayy Ladies- Travis Porter

If you got some good p**sy say (YEAAAAH?)
If you got some good head on ya shouldeeeeers
If you got some good p**sy say (YEAAAAH?)
If you never let a hoe f**k you oveeeer
If you ’bout yo’ check, drank Moet
Know the p**sy stay wet, I need all dat
Tattoos on the back, I see all dat
You already got a man, I ain’t tryna be all dat

I’m just tryna hit it by the end of the night
Lil’ mama so bad and her booty so tight
When I hit it from the back, don’t fuss, don’t fight
When I put it in ya mouth, don’t scratch, don’t bite…

If you’re wondering how they’ll play a song like this, let me introduce you to the “clean versions” of these songs. The clean version of the above song plays the same thing, but with the italicized words “silenced.”

Isn’t that comforting?

Don’t worry. All songs aren’t that blatant. Most are like this one from Usher…

Scream- Usher

Kill the lights, shut ’em off

You’re electric

Devil eyes telling me “Come and get it”

I’ll have you like

Ooh baby baby ooh baby baby

Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby

Girl tonight you’re the prey

I’m the hunter

Take you here, take you there

Take you under

Imagine me whispering in your ear

Then I wanna take off all your clothes and put something on ya…

If you wanna scream, yeah

Let me know and I’ll take you there

Get you going like

Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby

Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby

If you want it done right

Hope you’re ready to go all night…


Then there are songs that make you just scratch your head. Before every chorus, here’s the words…

Get Ourra Your Mind- Lil Jon

I don’t give a f**k, I don’t give a f**k, F**K IT!

I don’t give a f**k, I don’t give a f**k, F**K IT!

I don’t give a f**k, I don’t give a f**k, F**K IT!

I don’t give a f**k, F**K IT!

Kinda curious what the clean version will sound like.

Remember, this “poet” is what our society calls an “artist.” We’ve come a long way from Wordsworth, Shakespeare and Keats, don’t ya think?

And We Danced- Macklemore

I am not, I am not going to stand on the wall

I will dance, I will dance, I will break that ass off

And I see you in the corner, corner looking so small

Doing the robot like if I die tonight at least I went hard

I will not, I will not give a damn who watches me

I will live, I will live liberate the fox in me

I will be the discoball, freak and give my all

To whatever girl’s booty I’m freaking on

I’m not skeeting nah, it’s just freaking hot

Alright I skeeted…

And “skeet” is to ejaculate, for those who are curious.

 

The dances I’ve chaperones always say, “No alcohol or drinking.” Then they play a song like this one:

Bottoms Up- Trey Songz

Bottoms up bottoms up (up), Ay whats in ya cup

Got a couple bottles, But a couple aint enough

Bottoms up bottoms up (up), Throw ya hands up

Tell security we bout to tear this club up…

We (adults) are so stupid. Maybe that’s why the adults in charge of this upcoming dance allowed this song to be on the playlist…

Get Low- Lil Jon
…a song I actually wrote about in my parenting book . because I saw the “clean version” of this song played at a school dance, and the kids were all shouting the explicit version on the dance floor. I’ll let you peak at these painfully explicit lyrics here.

Here’s the lyrics to just a handful of some of the others songs on this weekend’s playlist:

Cat Daddy- The Rej3ctz

Wobble- VIC

Take Over Control- Afrojack

Whistle- Flo Rida

Snapbacks & Tattoos- Driicky Graham

Smack That – Akon ft. Eminem

Carry Out – Timbaland & Justin Timberlake

Domino- Jessie J

Sigh. Do parents even want to know this?

Hmmmmm… to dial the school… or not to dial???

Question: Do you think Jonathan should call the principal? Would you let your kids go to this dance? Do you think parents should respond to this type of thing? Why? Why not? Share your thoughts here.

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