a new form of pop music

i'm gonna instigate a new genre of anti-party pop music. no we're not goin to the club tonight. we're not gonna drink that bubbly or throw our hands up. let's stay home and watch tv or read a book. maybe if we're not in recovery from the music or the substances or the activities, we'll put on some hip hop or debussy, have a glass of wine, and screw our longtime romantic partners or something. then we won't get in trouble. what are we, idjits? we're not that desperate to get pukingly drunk and randomly laid tonight. someday it will sink in; tonight's party is just like last night's. it's boring, repetitive, pointless, with a little touch of desperation and slavish groupthink, which is roughly why all the songs sound the same and all the lyrics are meaningless, and tonight's no different. whatever it is you're looking for, it's not there. we're going to do our little rap verse about dignity and self-possession. we'll sell several!