Friday, May 19, 2006

Glowing Like the Metal on the Edge of a Knife

While channel surfing this morning, I happened to catch the video for the Red Hot Chili Peppers new song, Dani California. I don't know if anyone out there has seen the video yet, but the song is pretty catchy--kind of like power pop, not the thrashy skater music that they seem to have made their name on.

Anyhow, the video is about the stupidest thing I've seen in a long time--they're trying to be all hardcore, but the action just doesn't go with the music at all. It's like hearing an Elton John song but seeing a Rob Zombie video at the same time. It just looks ridiculous. I'm afraid that about 15 years down the road, people are going to see the video and say to themselves Oh my god, what a pack of farking retards!

Kinda like now whenever I see that Unskinny Bop video from Poison.

And speaking of the Chili Peppers, I know it's heresy to some folks, but I've always thought that The Offspring were much more talented and wrote better songs. I don't know why they never got bigger than the Chili Peppers.

And also speaking of music, I forgot to mention how much happier I am now that Whoever is In Charge at work finally changed the overhead music station that they piped into the casino. For the past year, it's been that horrid XM-25 'The Blend' which is just the shittiest collection of depressing and slow music ever tossed together without making it to the landfill. Everybody complained about it, except the old folks in the bingo room and the keno lounge, and I don't know why they waited so long to change it. It's like Mr. White said in That Thing You Do--I don't want any of that lover's lament crap, I want something snappy...

Well, now they've changed to XM-22, The Mix. While it's not my first choice, I actually heard both Linkin Park and Duran Duran playing in the casino this week. Gotta love that. And I haven't heard that gawd-awful 2am-Breathe song that drove me into a homicidal rage every time it came on (at least three times a night) at all this week, or any Paul McCartney trash either. Definitely better for my disposition and my blood pressure.

Which reminds me of another question. How can a group like Train--who wrote what I think are two of the best songs of the last decade, Drops of Jupiter and Calling All Angels--turn out such an auditory crapfest like Meet Virginia? It's like INXS releasing the album Kick and that shiatty Need You Tonight hitting number one on the charts. Just goes to show what cretins the music-buying public has always been. It never ceases to amaze me how some of the crappiest songs are the biggest hits.

Anyhow...this post is all over the map, so I should probably just shut up for now and let the comments fly.

But I think that I'll spend the afternoon out by the pool, drinking rum & coke and listening to Buffett tunes. At least Brother Jimmy always puts me in a good mood.

Mikey

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