No. 1 Pop Song in the Year 2525

There are only three things that I took away from watching Sylvester Stallone, Wesley Snipes and whatsherface do that Future Cop thing a while back:

1. Upon crashing, Mr. Future Policeman was instantly encapsulated by a car-filling foam that protected him from the collision.
2. Sly had to say swear words to commit violations that were printed on paper to wipe his butt after pooping...  Coz there ain't no toilet tissue in the future, people!  Major laughs!
3. Old commercial jingles (in our time, back then) became the pop songs of the future?  Quirky!  Oh, I get it.  Ad placement...

And as bad as that movie was, I have to give it credit that I remember three distinct things about it.  But only one is relevant now and that's #3.

I have the loop that Marten and I made earlier this week.  It sucks.  But what sucks more is that I'm not smart enough to figure out how to upload it to this blog.  Children just a tiny fraction of my age would run spirals around me and then spike the upload ball of this crappy song into my face.  All the same, I'm learning.  I'll get it.  JUST YOU WAIT!

Anyway, it's my thought that the evolution of our society here in the West (if we can stave off the encroachment of radical either-wingers long enough) will lead to such wonderful things as What-If Scenario Ancestor Porn Insta-Tabloids...  

(What Would You Look Like If Your Greatx14 Granddad Fucked Jodie Foster and Greatx13 Granddad Fucked Rihanna?  All-sense it happening now!)

In the end, once I upload the loop, I will definitively mark it as my first attempt at music, even though I've wistfully played much better melodies.  This little loop will be the first that my far-far-away progeny will see if they have any interest in me:

"Okay.  Scrolling back on the old ancestor line for a lark, what's this?  A song?  Wow.  That ancestor sucked.  Hard."

Yeah.  Anyway.  Weird thoughts tonight.  I think I'm done.