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Chapter 8
The Big Sound
Listening to the crappiest pop you can find, is a good way to steal
some production tricks. If the composition is poop, the BIG sound is
the thing selling it.
Ladies, imagine if a man broke up with you, using these lines.

Oops, I did it again. I played with your heart. Got lost in the game,
Oops, you think I am in love and was sent from above?
I am not that innocent.

I do not believe that the child, who performed this atrocity, is at fault.
She was just a child, at the time, she did not know any better. I am
ashamed at the producers that gave this recording the BIG sound,
so that it would appeal to girls 6 to 10. These producers had no
moral standard for lyrics. Talk about selling out; I have made
recordings for money alone, I will admit that. I have never made
anything this disgusting.

How can we teach this kind of relationship standard to our kids?
Imagine, two or three earthly civilizations from now, finding this
ancient album hidden beneath the sands of the New York desert.
You pop it into your futuristic audio bubble and think, “Wow, this
is why their civilization failed.”
Oops!...I Did It Again
by: Britney Spears