The Unfortunate Acronyms of Springfield

So I took a picture of D&D Home Services in Nixa because I was thinking about doing a post about it:

I was going to go off onto a schtick about “What would Dungeons and Dragons Home Services include? Gelatinous cube whole house decluttering and dusting?” and so on.

From the back seat, my oldest told us mentioned Wholesale Auto Paints, whose logo and sign on Glenstone feature the unfortunate abbreviation WAP which shares the letters of but probably not the philosophy of the recent Cardi B song. Well, he called it Warehouse Auto Paints, and it was I who explained the song to my beautiful wife, who was a bit aghast and termed it vulgar. I said it was the 2020 version of the oldie O.P.P., the 1991 song by Naughty By Nature, and she tried to defend the earlier song, saying that it was musical. Mostly, though, I hold that one considers different things vulgar when one is 19 than when one is (does math) thirty-something. But it was an interesting moment nevertheless.

I also mentioned Springfield Tool and Die, whose business stems from 1960 apparently. Its buildings are proudly emblazoned with STD, a term that would come to mean something entirely different in 1975, apparently.

Which is why I was very careful, gentle reader, when coining and popularizing (well, coining anyway) the abbreviation MfBJN for the name of this blog. Because if it’s ever going to mean something else, it is something that will still likely apply to me.

Thank you, that is all.

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6 thoughts on “The Unfortunate Acronyms of Springfield

  1. Yeah, the content of “O.P.P.” is icky but Mrs. N is right; it’s a dang catchy song and Treach is a pretty smooth rapper. I’m torn whenever it may crop up on a playlist or something…

  2. I will tell her that Methodists use it in their liturgy. Lutherans believe all sorts of crazy things about the more Protestant religions.

    I have not actually heard WAP, though, to know how musical it might or might not be.

    Jack Baruth wrote a couple weeks ago:

    We all know that old people are fussy, finicky, unwilling to change their minds, unable to effectively consider alternate viewpoints, and so on. It’s not something that happens the day you get your AARP card. It’s a process. As a child you’re malleable, you roll with whatever changes are presented to you. Over time you lose your instant willingness to adapt or accept. Your mind turns inward; you don’t listen as much to other people, new music, recent research, and so on. The future becomes less interesting, the past more so.

    It’s happening to me. I finally gave up on pop music about a year ago; the mumblecore rap-crap and Auto-Tuned obscenities have become too much for me to accept. Intellectually I know this stuff is no more or less vacant of value than, say, the forgettable ditties of the Fifties or the bulk of RUN-DMC’s work; emotionally, however, I’m revolted by it. Virtually all of the new fiction I see now strikes me as mewling trash written by the subliterate for the illiterate. Is it any worse than the Marie Calloway book? Nah — but that came out when I was 42.

    I was going to post about it back then, but I did not. You know, I don’t listen to contemporary hippopternative music, so I wonder if I’m getting older; however, my predilection for the latest in heavy metal leads me to believe that my interests lie elsewhere, anyway.

  3. On one of the very first posts on this here blog when it was that there blog on Blogspot was a deep analysis of the average age of pop chart artists now (which, seventeen years later, is now also a then) and the 1980s, and how the average age dropped significantly along with the concerns and content of the music itself (it went from adult concerns about life down to party club music all the time).

    As I am sure I have mentioned, it’s because the recordings are such small parts of the artists’ cycle and revenue. They make their money in the clubs and in the concerts, not the recordings, and the people going to the concerts (barring the expensive concerts by Baby Boomer artists like the Rolling Stones, AC/DC, &c) and clubs are young. So the music that sells is that which reinforces the lifestyle of going to concerts and clubbing and sleeping around. Those songs are recorded because they bring the people to the shows, who buy the recordings to remind them of the shows.

    See also Bro Country.

    However, I don’t think that much modern music is selling that way. The smash hits of today would be failures in our day; if you look at the Billboard Hot 100 chart right now, they don’t offer actual numbers, but Mariah Carey and Brenda Lee are in the top five:

    So you know the chart smashes can’t be that big when twenty and sixty year old Christmas songs are eclipsing them.

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