day 271

a rhetorical analysis of miley cyrus's "party in the u.s.a."

so there wasn't really any news to share and comment on today and i decided to try something new and different. ever since the teen choice awards, this song has been stuck in my head. the more i hear it, the more thoughts about it pop in my head. here are those thoughts, some based solelyupon her teen choice awards performance, which you can see above.

i hopped off the plane at lax

- false, it was an airstream trailer.

- trailers should really be avoided by "country people."

with a dream and my cardigan

- why wouldn't you dress like the lyrics?

- a fur vest, shorts, and hooker heels really aren't appropriate attire. ever.

welcome to the land of fame excess
am i gonna fit in

- probably not. especially in a fur vest.
jumped in the cab,
here i am for the first time
look to the right and i see the hollywood sign

- they really should have had a hollywood sign on the stage.

this is all so crazy
everybody seems so famous

- you're the only famous person on stage.

- and the "band on top of a bus" thing has been done. on degrassi.

my tummy's turnin and im feelin kinda home sick
too much pressure and im nervous,

- why is there pressure on you? you're going to a party.
cause when the taxi man turned on the radio

- you never got in a taxi!

- a taxi with stripper pole would have been better than the ice cream truck.
and a britney song was on
and the britney song was on
and the britney song was on

- miley, you should have done britney choreography at this point.

- like your back-up dancers attempted.

so i put my hands up

- false. you put a hand. single. one.
they're playing my song,
and the butterflies fly away
noddin' my head like yea
movin my hips like yea

- except not really. the in-hand microphone made this difficult.
i got my hands up,
they're playin my song
i know im gonna be ok
yea,
its a party in the usa
yea,
its a party in the usa

- you could have been more specific. as in party in la.

- more on this later.

get to the club in my taxi cab
everybodys lookin at me now

- you are 16. going to a club would require a fake id.

- that's so not disney appropriate.
like "whos that chick, thats rockin' kicks,
she gotta be from out of town"

- you have on hooker heels!

- kicks are sneakers. like the converse knock-offs in your wal-mart line.
so hard with my girls all around me

- where the hell is your best friend leslye?

- obviously she's a horrible friend for making you go to a club alone.
it's definitely not a nashville party

- obviously. you're in hollywood.

- this is just stupidity.
'cuz all i see are stilletos
i guess i never got the memo

- yes, yes you did. you're wearing hooker heel boots - close enough.

my tummy's turnin and im feelin kinda home sick
too much pressure and im nervous

- who is putting pressure on you?

- who invited you to this party? you're apparently not famous yet.

- and know no one.

and the d.j. dropped my favorite tune
and a michael song was on
and the michael song was on
and the michael song was on

- i much prefer the michael reference to the jay z one.

- i really don't see miley listening to rap music. just try to picture it.

so i put my hands up
they're playing my song,
and the butterflies fly away
noddin' my head like yea
movin my hips like yea
i put my hands up,
they're playin my song
i know im gonna be ok
yea,
it's a party in the usa
yea,
it's a party in the usa

- see, here. here is where "l.a." makes sense.

- because a party in the usa could also happen in nashville.

- it still works with the flow of the song, too. "it's a party in la."

feel like i wanna fly
back to my hometown tonight

- why? we all got to see your hometown in the hannah montana movie.

- it wasn't fun.
something stops me everytime
the d.j. plays my song and i feel alright!

- what a great d.j. he's like a doctor.

- and this is kind of narcissistic.

- at least the way i think about it. it's like he's playing to "7 things."

so i put my hands up
there playing my song,
and the butterflies fly away

- there are still butterflies in your stomach?

- you should have that looked out. really. i'm worried.
noddin' my head like yea
movin my hips like yea

- if you actually demonstrated this "yea" movement, i'd grasp it better.
i put my hands up,
there playin my song
i know im gonna be ok
yea,(na, na na na na)
its a party in the usa
yea,
its a party in the usa
so i put my hands up
there playing my song,
and the butterflys fly away
noddin' my head like yea
movin my hips like yea
i put my hands up,
there playin my song
i know im gonna be ok
yea,
its a party in the usa
yea,
its a party in the usa

fin de actividad. i think it's a great radio song, but the lyrics could have taken a little finessing. just saying. the performance could have used some too.