July 20, 2009
In My Day
For those of you uninterested in the disgruntled rantings of an old codger, just go on. If, however, you are unhappy with the current state of affairs today, perhaps you will find solace in my complaints.
Comments are disabled.
Post is locked.
In my day, when a commercial came on we could count on hearing either a bland instrumental piece or a jingle, that deliciously memorable song that not only lifted our spirits but helped us to remember, in the store, exactly what the first name of our bologna is.
Furthermore, in my day, when we wanted to watch a music video, we tuned into MTV and watched a video. And at the beginning and the end of it, we got a little tag line telling us the artist name and the song name, and sometimes the record name. And we never asked who directed it, because we didn’t care.
We loved them, though, because they were like little movies that whisked us away from the present world into a super-fantasy world where comic-book mechanics came alive, or the postman might secretly be a zombie spying on us, or a young girl begged her papa not to preach at her because she wanted to keep the baby.
Trust me: Hollywood turned out the same crap back then that it did now. But we noticed it less because we had all kinds of free mini-movies with awesome sound tracks to watch.
But that’s not the case any more.
Now when your commercial comes on you get a music video, complete with the artist and the song and sometimes even the album and the director. Isn’t it great? While you’re being sold car insurance or a new music player or tampons, you can enjoy a hot new rock song!
But there’s one teeny-tiny problem:
THEY SUCK!
It all started in the eighties, when we started to hear these recycled tunes that our parents and grandparents loved. And then in the nineties we started to see dead celebrities dancing with vacuums or eating popcorn wearing their iPod.
Now, in the aughts, we have to suffer with halfass music videos written by morons, performed by lackwits, and with all the engrossing story of one of those horrible “live in concert†videos that doped-up hair bands used to turn our when their lead singer was locked up in rehab and unable to make the video shoot.
Will no one save us from these horrible pseudo-videos? Where are our late-night hosts when we truly need them? Stop recycling Palin jokes and do something about these already! Can we not mock them into submission?
Music-video commercials, like fish tacos and leather pants, simply should not be tolerated in polite society.
And that’s all I have to say on that.
Furthermore, in my day, when we wanted to watch a music video, we tuned into MTV and watched a video. And at the beginning and the end of it, we got a little tag line telling us the artist name and the song name, and sometimes the record name. And we never asked who directed it, because we didn’t care.
We loved them, though, because they were like little movies that whisked us away from the present world into a super-fantasy world where comic-book mechanics came alive, or the postman might secretly be a zombie spying on us, or a young girl begged her papa not to preach at her because she wanted to keep the baby.
Trust me: Hollywood turned out the same crap back then that it did now. But we noticed it less because we had all kinds of free mini-movies with awesome sound tracks to watch.
But that’s not the case any more.
Now when your commercial comes on you get a music video, complete with the artist and the song and sometimes even the album and the director. Isn’t it great? While you’re being sold car insurance or a new music player or tampons, you can enjoy a hot new rock song!
But there’s one teeny-tiny problem:
THEY SUCK!
It all started in the eighties, when we started to hear these recycled tunes that our parents and grandparents loved. And then in the nineties we started to see dead celebrities dancing with vacuums or eating popcorn wearing their iPod.
Now, in the aughts, we have to suffer with halfass music videos written by morons, performed by lackwits, and with all the engrossing story of one of those horrible “live in concert†videos that doped-up hair bands used to turn our when their lead singer was locked up in rehab and unable to make the video shoot.
Will no one save us from these horrible pseudo-videos? Where are our late-night hosts when we truly need them? Stop recycling Palin jokes and do something about these already! Can we not mock them into submission?
Music-video commercials, like fish tacos and leather pants, simply should not be tolerated in polite society.
And that’s all I have to say on that.
Posted by: plebian at
10:40 PM
| Comments (4)
| Add Comment
Post contains 459 words, total size 3 kb.
14kb generated in CPU 0.0074, elapsed 0.1042 seconds.
61 queries taking 0.0992 seconds, 133 records returned.
Powered by Minx 1.1.6c-pink.
61 queries taking 0.0992 seconds, 133 records returned.
Powered by Minx 1.1.6c-pink.
