In other news, O.M.G. is there ever a lot of insipid Russian dance-pop out there!
It’s not the kind I would normally listen to, on the whole (although there are a few songs I don’t mind, and one or two that are halfway-endearing, but by and large...). I mean, beggars/choosers, so whatever. An’ it serves its purpose, but oh sigh.
So don’t judge, etc.
The most annoying part is that after a couple months of this, I’ve actually stareted to memorize most of the songs. (Which in a sense is the point, so I can’t really complain. Kinda hard to learn vocabulary and pronounciation without learning the lyrics and tunes as a side effect.) I mean, it’s not altogether different from North American top-40 radio — in the sense that there are only a couple of dozen songs that get played on heavy, heavy rotation, being gradually phased in then out over the course of several months.
So I’ve started dreaming about these songs; hearing them in my sleep, and having them echoing in the chambers of my brain when I wake up.
(get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head)
Засыпай любовь моя, засыпай...