The Beginning

So this one time, I met Ke$ha.

That is really her.

She even signed my shirt in silver Sharpie, saying, "Simon your hot   -  <3 K$". I don't know what my hot is, but apparently Ke$ha liked it. Or even loved it.

I am pooping my pants with excitement.

Now I think what she really meant was, "Simon, you're hot," which I roughly translate to mean, "Simon, please go and reinterpret all of my songs," to which I kindly say, "Ok." So that is what I am now going to do. It has been over a year since that fateful day on which I received her instructions and blessing, and I will now make this seed of an idea that Ke$ha planted in my mind into a blossoming tree of fruitful reality (pun).

And so I begin my journey with the eloquent and mournful tune of "Stephen", in which Ke$ha cries about a boy. Named Stephen. I believe her introduction to this song in concert went something like this: "I wrote this song about some douchebag guy." She should have been warned by the fact that he spells his name with a "ph", but at least she learned from the experience.

 Without further ado, "Stephen."