2002

Let's see . . .what was happening in music in 2 oh oh 2?

Well, Justin told N'Sync bye bye bye.
Jenny from the block was all over the charts and engaged to Ben forming the first name join, Bennifer.
Avril was singing about her Sk8ter Boi, making all young girls fill their wardrobes with black, white, and hot pink. Don't forget the stripes and graffiti T's. Boys brought back the chain wallets and ditched their spikey cemented hair. Instead, they decided to grow it out all soft-like and made sure one eye was covered at all times.
Kelly Clarkson won the first American Idol.
Sean Paul busted into the scene reminding me of his predecessor Snow. Remember him? Inforrrmer, blahblahblah blaaam, a lickey boom boom down. Anyway, did we REALLY need another white guy sporting cornrows and velour fitness apparel? Crackah, please!
LeeAnn Rimes crossed over into the pop charts with "Can't Fight the Moonlight" featured in the film Coyote Ugly. Who didn't want to jump on a bar, sing songs, and pour water all over themselves after watching that movie? I wanted to be a foul-mouthed, whorey-looking bitch in leather pants, getting huge tips from men for treating them like dirty trolls.
You didn't?
Oh.
Me neither. (lie!)

Well, if there was any song that would get me up on the bar that year . . . ok, I'll admit, a ringtone could get me on a bar . . . but if your ringtone played

In da Club by 50 Cent, I was dipping my knees and swaying from side to side like all of us white chicks do. I sometimes chopped a stiff arm up and down like I was splitting boards or holding back someone from a fight. You should really see me dance; it's the stuff robots and water aerobics are made of.

LOVED this song.

Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!

I'm sure at this point you assume that I listen to alot of Hip Hop music and that's SO NOT TRUE. It's just that these songs remind me of hanging out with my girls, tossing a few back, and feeling like a diva on the dance floor. So fun.
btw, I still don't give a fuck it's not your birthday, we can still party like it's your birthday. That is, if you don't mind cutting loose with a shameless mama, suppressing cougar-like behavior. (air claw swipe)

Runner-up: How You Remind Me, Nickelback
Nickelback got HUGE after this song came out. I loved them from the song "Leader of Men" on their first CD and this was no exception.
Plus, any time this song would come on the radio, Tanner would crank it up and belt out the lyrics like a rockstar. I can still picture him closing his eyes and scrunching his face; always makes me smile.

Truth: This Nickelback song has one of the elements I hate MOST in alot of rock songs. Saying, "Yeah, Yeah" immediately followed by, "No, No." Which is it? Yes or no? It can't be both. Make up your mind already. This back and forth banter really pisses me off.

*I really had a hard time not choosing Move Bitch by Ludacris. That song got alot of people punched in the face and it made people feel alot bigger than they actually were after a few beers and shots.

Song I hated the most in 2002:
Oh, there were so many to choose from.
I have to go with, "Hey Baby" by No Doubt featuring Bounty Killer.
Don't get me wrong, I really really really like Gwen. She's awesome. But this song is so.damn.annoying. I also don't like the fact that she tried to be all gangsta. What happened to the Gwen that jumped around in her bare feet and snapped her suspenders? Do more push-ups! Kick stuff and throw more air punches! Please stop with the squats and hunched over monkey walking. Pleeeaaase, Nooooooo!