Showing posts with label The Wacky Rumblings of my Eccentric Mind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Wacky Rumblings of my Eccentric Mind. Show all posts

Monday, February 8, 2010

Random Ideas & Observations

It is actually more expensive to dress bogan than to dress cool. Need proof? Compare the price of clothing at Rebel Sport to Savers


Promotional campaign for dog-poo bags: Slogan idea-
A poo in the bag is worth two in the bush

[EDIT: Seriously, dude. Lift your game]


Parents keep getting older and older. These days, no sooner are kids out of nappies than they have to return the favour (THIS JUST IN: 'knee-bouncing' to be replaced by 'walking-frame bouncing')

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Technology Ruined My Favourite Song

One of my all-time favourite songs is Outdoor Type by the Lemonheads. To my delight it came on the radio today while I was driving, and so I cranked up the volume. I was happily singing along with it until I reached the third verse and in particular these lyrics:


I can’t go away with you on a rock-climbing weekend
What if something’s on TV and it’s never shown again?


Now I’ve probably heard this song a thousand times and this line has never seemed odd to me before. But today I found myself thinking: ‘Hang on a minute. Why don’t you just YouTube it? Don’t you know you can find practically anything online these days? There is absolutely no logical reason why you would need to give up a weekend away just to wait for some show to appear on TV?’

And with that the song was ruined.

Now I know what you’re thinking: ‘Chill out mate, it’s only a song.’

Of course I realise that, and I know they’re just silly lyrics, but think about it. No artist these days would ever put that line in a song. It simply has no cultural relevance whatsoever. Nobody cares about missing their favourite TV show anymore. Why? Because they know they can always go to school the next day and borrow their friend’s downloaded copy of the entire season, including all the episodes that haven’t even aired yet.

See what I mean? The whole context which the songwriter (Evan Dando, no less! Don’t get me wrong, he is a genius) is employing to convey his imagery has now become culturally redundant, therefore eliminating the listener’s ability to relate to it, and thus thoroughly diluting the power of the message he intends to convey.

See. A good song. Completely ruined. I can’t listen to it anymore.

I wonder how many other perfectly good songs have been ruined by technology?

If you can think of any, or have had a similar experience to me when listening to a song (I doubt it – you’re probably normal) then please share it in the comments section.

Cheers



EDIT: It has come to my attention that Evan Dando did not write this song after all. It was written by Tom Morgan of the band Smudge, and was later covered by The Lemonheads. I apologise for the error. But let that be a lesson to us all: We should never believe anything we read. Or hear. Ever! And I mean anything! Especially anything!!!!