You know, that’s the first time I’ve actually seen that video. I remember when it came out though, because Travis Tritt was making fun of it. Tritt was basically (paraphrasing from memory), “What’s up with this guy climbing out of a limo and getting mobbed by screaming women? For crying out loud - it’s his first song! Most singers don’t get limos and screaming women until they’re actually famous, which doesn’t usually happen until after the first song.” I think his point was that it made Billy Ray appear to be (and I suppose he may have been) a manufactured “star”, and the video was designed to not-so-subtly tell people they should be excited about him because, after all, everybody else is.
I liked Weird Al’s version better, anyway:
Don’t play that song
That “Achy Breaky” song
The most annoying song I know
And if you play that song
That “Achy Breaky” song
I might blow up my radio, ooo…
I was visiting my sister when she lived near Bremerton, WA several years ago, and she had the local classic rock station on her car radio. I got a good laugh when the station identification bit came on with a voiceover proudly proclaiming “Four years on the air and we’ve never played Stairway to Heaven once!”
My local classic rock station seems to have an obsession with Billy Squier that is completely out of proportion with the length and quality of his career. Good God, who thought it was a good idea for him to cover “(Do The) Locomotion”?
I don’t feel that my love for Vivaldi is an occasion for pity. However I also would prefer that those of you who think I should be pitied for that not get involved.
Why in the everloving fuck all is that stupid sexy tractor song still in fucking heavy rotation? It’s got to be like 5 years old.
Now I’m having flashbacks to an old job that involved riding in pickup trucks with rednecks. They played one of these execrable stations all the time. One particular audio turd comes to mind now, I think it was called “Paint me a Birmingham”. I’m not even sure what the fuck it was about, but that miserable, evil, mass produced sound is rattling around in my head like a giant belt buckle with ‘Bubba’ on it, covered in molasses and chewing tobacco.
It’s even older than that - 1999. I actually don’t hear it all that often any more around here.
How about the song that singlehandedly prompted me to permanently change radio stations: Any Man of Mine. In fact, I suspect that song is singlehandedly responsible for my town’s second country station, KKRT, ascending to become the #1 station in town after a couple years of trailing way behind the older, established station, KYSN. There was one female DJ at KYSN who insisted on playing that damned song a couple times a day, every freakin’ day, long after the song had dropped off the charts and Shania had released 4-5 other successful singles (and I think another album).
Actually, I probably shouldn’t blame the DJ. It was probably female country fans calling in and requesting it all the time and going “Tee-hee-hee!” while it played. The same female fans who were likely responsible for that execrable “Mr. Mom” song continuing to be run into the ground years after it charted.
You could always get one of those FM transmitters and just plug it into your laptop. Have a playlist that has a bit of country and some stuff you like. If you do it right, perhaps no one would notice.
Somehow I think I’d be giving it away the first time Kid Rock came up on the playlist… Also, I’m a huge surf music devotee and that’s pretty distinctive as well. I’ve been wearing my mp3 player playing low to white noise the radio and spending as much time as possible in the other room.
See now, there’s something profoundly wrong here–I have NO problem differentiating an alternative rock song from '99 from something current because they have DIFFERENT SOUND! Country music is stuck in some never happened timeline that doesn’t change an iota and there’s something really wrong with that.
ivylass, you win, I give–that’s a monstrousness of suckitude that would probably cause my head to asplode if I were to actually listen to all that crapola!
We’ll call it a draw, but the last one always makes me cry. Did you know it was read into the Congressional Record?
Well fought, my friend. Now, if you ever want to have a battle of classical music, let me know. There is some kick ass stuff out there. Mozart and Beethoven really knew how to rock!
