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“Open up the champagne! It’s my house, come on!”
No opening line in the history of opening lines has ever resonated with me more than that one.
The first time I heard “My House” – Flo Rida’s seminal 2015 smash hit – I knew I was listening to an all-time classic. A song that will go down for my generation, as perhaps the greatest of all time. It’s a thumping, catchy tune that perfectly encapsulates what it means to be a twenty-something in 2017.
For those unfamiliar, Flo Rida is a rapper hailing from Carol City. He’s made a name for himself in the music industry with radio friendly, club-inspired hit singles and “My House” is most definitely his crowning achievement. It’s a song that me and my peers identify with because it’s all about just living your life, ya know?
When I listen to music I want to get pumped up. I want something that I can chug vodka and blow sick JUUL clouds to.
It’s a song that doesn’t take itself too seriously, and it’s precisely why I’m ready to declare it my generations “Let It Be” (that one song by The Beatles.) Let me explain. Back in the 60s or whenever the hell “Let It Be” was written, the country and The Beatles were in a state of turmoil.
The war in Vietnam was going poorly, distrust in American government was at an all-time high and it seemed like America was tearing itself apart at the seams. “Let It Be” was a song for the socially conscious, and it was actually one of the last songs they ever recorded together as a group. It’s music for a different, more serious generation. Social consciousness? Distrust in government officials? War? No thanks!
“My House” caters to my millennial sensibilities. It lends credence to the belief that I shouldn’t have to be responsible for my own actions. Let me have my fast-casual dining, Netflix, and participation trophies.
You can keep all of that serious stuff off of my Twitter feed. Last time I checked, Donald Trump was doing a stellar job as president and when he said he was going to fix the problems of the last administration I really believed him. MAGA is more than a phrase, it’s a lifestyle. “My House” is sort of like a fight song. A battle cry, if you will, for millennials.
Fuck all of that serious shit. I just want to get drunk and Snapchat my friends pictures of me holding a red cup full of beer. And Flo Rida gets that. I go to house parties to tweet, complain about how my dad just put a freeze on my expense account because I maxed out a credit card at the Supreme pop-up last month, and obviously to vape. Leave the politics and worries to The Beatles and that guy who hosts Last Week Tonight. The only news I want to read about is how much the new Yeezy’s are going to cost my dad me.
In “My House” Flo Rida takes me through a night at a house party that he is hosting. “Let It Be” is about leaving problems behind and moving on with life. Uhhh, I think I know which song I’m identifying with. Look at these lyrics and tell me you’re not in awe. What a wordsmith.
Welcome to my duck off the crib, the spot, the pad
But my house is your house if you throwin’ it back
Excuse me if my home’s draining the sad
Soon as these happy faces land you can run with the cash
I’m not exactly sure what it means to exclaim “Welcome to my duck off the crib” but it doesn’t really matter when there’s a sick beat behind it. I do know that house parties most definitely drain the sad, though. My generation is a people who largely do not have it together. And that’s precisely why “My House” is an anthem for all of us.
As my boy Flo Rida says, “Homerun, slam dunk, touchdown, pass/Mi casa es tu casa so it ain’t no holding back/Another shot of vodka, you know what’s in my glass.” It’s a party up in here, world. Let’s rage!.
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jduda@grandex.co
Are we in for a Friday full of fire content? We don’t deserve this
BUCKLE UP.
Who green lit this bullshit
Fuck outta here. Duda and Flo-Rida are national treasures
I didn’t claim otherwise, I love Duda and his allegedly hot sister. I just said this article was bullshit
confirmed* hot sister
She lookin’ like a snack
The image, paired with the title, legitimately caused me to spit out coffee in laughter at my desk.
Thank you Duda, this is exactly what I needed on a Friday.
Wasn’t ready for this kind of heat so early in the morning
MAGA *is* a lifestyle. There still may be hope for you Duda
I’d like to hypothesize that not only Duda is unhinged, but Dave as well for letting this slip through the cracks.
Playing “My House” and Travis Scott’s “Antidote” back to back at a party during my senior year incited a near riot every time. Great column, Duda.
I’ve been meaning to catch you. You are in Fort Worth, right? I might (hopefully) be there soon. Looking for cool dudes to do cool dude things . Is there a way I can communicate with you that’s not an anonymous Mike Honcho account?
You just found a new heterosexual life partner.
This actually makes no sense. Please disregard previous comment.
Dallas PGP meetup?
The only other headline that has made me literally laugh out loud was Dan’s “Grow A Pair And Buy A Truck You Worthless Beta Male.”
Well done.
The correct answer is fire ball by Pitbull.
FOH
This is hands down Dude’s best take.