One of my brothers sent me this video yesterday. WTHeck!?
We here in the Halls of Rock Town are sometimes taken to task for being overly negative, snarky, hyper-critical, and all too often, just downright rude. As part of our collective efforts to bring a bit of sunshine and light to the world wide web, we occasionally make an extra effort effort to find something good to say about, you know, stuff that is clearly godawful.
It is in that spirit that we embark on yet another effort to bring some positivity to our proceedings. Please spend some quality time with the video above, then — if you can — please find something nice to say about it. You’ll feel a whole lot better, I promise you.
I look forward to your comments. Just remember, if you can’t say anything nice about this video… please don’t say anything at all.
I like how everyone in circa 1984 America is stereotypically suburban white, including the black drummer, the hispanic bassist, and the Asian kids playing basketball. Who wouldn’t want to live in that America?
Whichever member of the band brought the coke that day clearly brought a lot and was thoughtful enough to share it with everyone. Sharing is polite!
At first I was worried that there wouldn’t be a sax in the song, and then — bang! — the sax solo by the keyboard player! Perfect.
I think those instruments they’re playing are the finest Sam Ash carries. I think you can still get the drummer’s shirt every spring at The Gap.
By the way Merry Christmas, EPG!
It was better than Natalie Merchant’s version of “Sympathy for the Devil,” but not as good as Michael Franks’ song, “Milk and Cookies.”
Mad props to whomever spotted the talent in a young Yuo Ming.
* Yao Ming.