Mariah Carey recently revealed that her latest album’s title is Me. I Am Mariah… The Elusive Chanteuse. Just rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it?
Carey isn’t the first to name her album something totally weird and certainly, won’t be the last, so we gathered together some other memorably odd album titles — including one that Carey may or may not have used as inspiration, to put it nicely. Check out the list below:
Limp Bizkit: Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water
Ew. As if you needed another reason other than that they’re Limp Bizkit to not listen to Limp Bizkit.
Beyoncé: I Am… Sasha Fierce
This mostly makes the list because Me. I Am Mariah… The Elusive Chanteuse is suspiciously similar. The ellipsis! The proclamation of identity! Plus, don’t try to fool us, Beyoncé — we know who you are.
Fiona Apple: When the Pawn Hits the Conflicts He Thinks like a King What He Knows Throws the Blows When He Goes to the Fight and He’ll Win the Whole Thing ‘fore He Enters the Ring There’s No Body to Batter When Your Mind Is Your Might so When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand and Remember That Depth Is the Greatest of Heights and If You Know Where You Stand, Then You Know Where to Land and If You Fall It Won’t Matter, Cuz You’ll Know That You’re Right
Apple made this her album title after getting some bad feedback from Spin, because the best comeback is always to name your album something no one can remember. (Although it later made it on Spin‘s best 125 albums of the past 25 years list so… we guess she won?)
R. Kelly: TP-2.com, followed by TP.3 Reloaded
“TP” apparently stands for “twelve play” but you know “toilet paper” is what comes to mind first.
Frank Zappa: Weasels Ripped My Flesh
Kendrick Lamar: good kid, m.A.A.d city
This title would be pretty normal if it weren’t for the mysterious acronym, which has a double meaning: “The first is ‘my angry adolescence divided,’ and the basic standout meaning is ‘my angel’s on angel dust,'” Lamar told HipHopDX in 2012. No word on the capitalized “A”s though.
REO Speedwagon: You Can Tune a Piano, But You Can’t Tuna Fish
You sure about that one, REO?
The Kinks: Lola versus Powerman and the Moneygoround, Part One
Spoiler: There never was a Part Two. We’ll never know how Lola did!
Chumbawumba: The Boy Bands Have Won, and All the Copyists and the Tribute Bands and the TV Talent Show Producers Have Won, If We Allow Our Culture to Be Shaped by Mimicry, Whether From Lack of Ideas or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try to Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother’s Hand-Me-Down Jacket and Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It to the Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don’t Just Regurgitate Creative History, or Hold Art and Music and Literature as Fixed, Untouchable and Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try to ‘Guard’ Any Particular Form of Music Are, Like the Copyists and Manufactured Bands, Doing It the Worst Disservice, Because the Only Thing That You Can Do to Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It’s Over, Then It’s Done, and the Boy Bands Have Won
This is what happens when you forget to hire an editor.
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