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Snooki should have stopped typing after “Silly me.”
Once again I’m coming out of semi-retirement (ha ha! liar! STAY AWAY!!!) to post a music video because Ronnie is just ... plain ... amazing. More videos of him on this highly recommended YouTube channel. Enjoy.
That vid’s understandably long gone viral (do also check out Dan and Dan’s blog for some more low-key British humor, BTW). Which got me to musing about memes and the similarities between today’s Web and days gone but not forgotten, when song—and, loosely, “folk” song—served a similar purpose in spreading news, opinions, and reactions.
Poor Bruce Springsteen. It must be bewildering for The Boss to hear his dystopian anthem, “Born in the USA,” so widely used by right-wing chuckleheads—most recently by the protesters at yesterday’s not-Ground Zero not-mosque hate-triot fest.
Or maybe Mr. Springsteen just laughs at the irony of it all. My guess is that’s Freddie Mercury’s reaction when he looks down from Rock-n-Roll Heaven and sees gangs of über-macho football hooligans belting out “We Are the Champions.”
Another musical malaprop is the use of Pearl Jam’s “Better Man,” which, like “Born in the USA,” is used by people who either don’t know the song’s lyrics or can’t comprehend their meaning. I heard it used at a campaign rally for a local wingnut who apparently did not know the song is about a woman settling for a loser. Or maybe the candidate was just uncommonly honest.
My favorite misappropriated song of all time is embedded above: “The Wild Rover,” a temperance ditty that is drunkenly sung at least once nightly in every Irish pub with live music in the US (and possibly in Ireland as well—I don’t know). Unlike the wingnuts, “The Wild Rover” singers know exactly what they’re doing.
Have you heard any other hideously inappropriate song placements?
Back before America became a nation of frightened, racist dickheads with Gadsden flags, we were a nation of frightened, racist dickheads with really tight strings and a righteous horn section.
Somewhere down a still-warm stretch of asphalt lay intrigue, romance and redemption. All you needed was a ragtop two-seater and a tank of gas. And if the wonders you discovered were too rare, too unsettling or too out-of-the-mainstream for you, you could turn around and drive back to Hooterville, you fucking hick.
Kings of Leon were forced to cancel a show last week after being showered with pigeon droppings. The flock of avian music critics brought the St Louis concert to a cooing halt after just three songs. “You may enjoy being shit on,” explained the band’s drummer, “but we don’t.”
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“We tried to play,” Followill explained. “It was ridiculous.” According to the band’s manager, Andy Mendelsohn, Followill was hit “several times during the first two songs”, and on the third number, droppings “landed near his mouth”. “They couldn’t deal any longer,” Mendelsohn said. “It’s not only disgusting – it’s a toxic health hazard.”
Tracy Bonham, Ruth Ungar And Aoife O’donovan, vocals.
Would it be a good idea to put a bacon-salt rim on a Bloody Mary? Or perhaps throw in a little bit of chipotle? What would be the garnish, a couple of chilis? Come-a cow cow yippee-eye-ay!
A catchy tune, dogs, unbent pretzels, scratch animation, a local band—oh, who am I kidding? I wasn’t trying to please Kevin; I just love the name. Feel free to mock me.
Just discovered Mike Hadreas’ music yesterday. Of course, the two times he’s playing in NYC this month, I was already planning on attending shows in Prospect Park (Rufus Wainwright & Bomba Estereo). Life is not fair!