Alaska Nebraska, a.k.a. Milly Cypress

While washing dishes a few nights ago, I thought I heard the radio DJ say that the next song was by Miley Cyrus. But I wasn't sure. So, since I'd never before heard a Miley Cyrus or Hannah Montana song and known it, and having a mild curiosity about all the fuss (although not, after hearing wassername – the one who got Kanye'd at that awards show – perform on SNL, with any expectation of enjoyment), I paid attention to the song so that I could google it later and find out for sure who sang it.

"Later" turned out to be yesterday, and the singer turned out to be, in fact, Miley Cyrus. The song was "Party in the U.S.A." I didn't think it particularly bad, good, nor interesting, except in one respect: it's the kind of song I'd imagine The Simpsons writers to have come up with, a sort of own-genre-satirizing, "Satan, You're My Lady"–type effort, not quite silly enough to be fake (although much less silly than "Satan, You're My Lady") but not quite good enough to be real.