My Name from Anoop Desai
This post is not a book review.
Anoop Desai, most easily recognized from his run on American Idol Season 8, dropped his first single today. Desai is the second Indian American to make it through on AI, the first being the famous, or infamous, Sanjaya.
The song, titled “My Name,” is an upbeat dance tune that bobs your head for you as you listen. It’s catchy, and something about it causes you to listen. It’s catchy, and something about it causes you to hit “repeat” at least once or twice because you haven’t heard quite enough yet.
One thing, however, that I have noticed among Desai’s now-peer songs is that the bouncy rhythm and catchy tune do much to conceal the fact that the lyrics say absolutely nothing. And what they do say, they do not say well. All pop-lyricists should attend a mandatory metaphor class before they are allowed near a pen.
Surprisingly, “My Name” isn’t all that bad. It’s your typical “I see you across the bar immediately” song–West Side Story without the synchronized-dancing bad boys. The only hang up of Desai’s number is the first line of each stanza. In the first, the subject is “poppin’ like a toaster” and in the second she’s “droppin’ like an album.” Seriously? I came up with better similes before Senior English class in high school.
What sets Desai apart isn’t his (almost) lack of bad poetry, however, but the way that he incorporates his heritage into his music. The instrumentation follows somewhat of an Americanized East-Indian vibe. And he carries the same feel with the riffs in his voice during instrumental breaks. It’s refreshing to find someone who branches out, even a bit, and tries something new.