CLARK: Song of the summer's officially charted

July 31, 2013 

I stand corrected.

A few weeks ago, I predicted the song of the summer would be Daft Punk's "Get Lucky," a kicky little throwback ditty that has been peppering the airwaves for several weeks.

The song always gets my shoulders moving; it's a fun — if provocative — club- hopping anthem.

Turns out the song that's getting everyone else's shoulders moving is Robin Thicke's even more provocative "Blurred Lines." At the time of my prediction, I wasn't a huge fan, although I have to admit that the song's grown on me over the weeks.

Of course, like all songs of the summer that grow on us, we'll be trying desperately to peel it off by the end of August, exhausted by airplay overload.

"Blurred Lines" (see a story on Thicke and his chart-topper on Page E-14) certainly has its own kicky beat and lots of hip cred, thanks to the "featuring" chops from Pharrell Williams and T.I., which, given Thicke's songs' heretofore lack of "hip" status, has helped in the chart-propelling department.

But, really, it's the YouTube factor that's vaulted "Blurred Lines" into the summer song stratosphere. Topless models are going to trump techno beats every time.

In case you hadn't heard, there are two videos circulating for Thicke's "Blurred Lines," one with prancing models wearing tops, one with them not. The Internet buzz alone pushed the song right out of the envelope.

That's not to say it isn't a good tune; see above, where the song grew on me. And while I haven't seen the topless video version, the clothed one combined with the lyrics make the song provocative enough. It's doubtful that it needs the extra soft-core boost.

Interestingly, Williams also is featured on "Get Lucky," suggesting it's more the summer of Pharrell than anything.

Either way, both songs are enjoying seasonal success. Both songs likely will be earworms by Labor Day.

Quack, quack.

My son has taken to watching "Duck Dynasty," a show I — admittedly — have not watched for more than 30 seconds. Maybe less.

Nevertheless, when I've seen my son watching the A&E network reality show, I have not refrained from snarky comments along the line of "How many brain cells do you think you're losing for every second you watch that show, honey?"

You know, subtle stuff like that.

I based my brain-cell warnings on nothing more than a passing notion that the "Duck Dynasty" crew compares to the "Honey Boo Boo" crew in the reality TV "oh-no-they-di'n't" department. They just, apparently, have a lot more money to back up their televised antics. I ignored my son's protestations that the characters on "Duck Dynasty" are pretty smart — if eccentric — cookies.

Then, last Sunday, I opened my morning newspaper and found the "Duck Dynasty" crew on the cover of Parade magazine, in all their swamp-wading glory.

Well, shame on me.

In the story, the family seems like any other family that lives true to its cultural roots. Aside from the millions and millions of dollars, of course.

The Robertson family came across as a close-knit, values-oriented, business-savvy group. Reading the story was a good lesson on assumptions (we all know what to assume makes of you and to me, yes?) and judging a TV book by its camouflage-wearing, long-bearded, bandana-sporting cover.

I haven't started watching the show. Nor have I told my son about this new "Duck" information. It's more fun to tease him about brain cells leaking out of his ears.

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