ARRRRGGGGHHH !!!
So Toronto, in its infinite wisdom, decided to throw a party to make everyone feel better after SARS. The Rolling Stones agreed to come and soon it became The Biggest Ticketed Concert Ever, estimated 450 000 people are gathering at a former air base in northern Toronto listening to a mad line-up of bands.
Yes, it is exciting. Yes, it’s great for Toronto’s tourism and the Alberta beef industry and all the people that are there having the time of their lives.
But as a news junkie I am really fed up with all the coverage - about 1/4 of the TV news this week (no exaggeration) has been on the Stones (not the concert, the Stones), plus the commercials, and for some reason they ALWAYS pick “Start Me Up” as the song to use. Well, I understand the reason. I love the Stones as much as anyone, I really do, no joke. Give me shelter, or Midnight Rambler, my Og, people, show some imagination ! Yes it’s a great marketing song but did you know that they released quite a lot of albums, with a correspondingly large number of songs? GRR.
So I’m at work, thinking about how nice it is that we’re hosting the Biggest Ticketed Concert Ever, and that my Stones-loving friend is having a great time right now watching it, and so on, and out of the office across the hall come the undeniable strains of
Start Me Up
making about sixty times this week that I’ve heard that fucking refrain. He is watching the Webcast (cbc.ca, in case you’re interested) and some stupid thoughtless asshole thought it would be a good idea to play
Start Me Up
during the set break.
Thanks a lot for ruining a great song for me, arseholes. This will no doubt be what I remember most about SARS.
(Related rants re: how there’s not a single band playing that I would like to see, even for $21, out of the twenty-odd “Mega Huge Amazing Bands” they’ve booked; how it seems there’s nothing else happening in the world because the Stones are in town - peace in Iraq and Africa, tranquility in Memphis, no one being tortured or illegally detained, etc; re: the money that has been spent on Mick and the boys and NOT on Caribana, a festival that will bring in many more out-of-town tourists; re: the transit mess faced by anyone with the gall to want to be in the northwest part of Toronto today; etc, will remain unspoken. That’s how SICK I AM of this fucking song !!)
I think I need to go home and get some sleep. It’s been a heck of a few days. Slow me down, I guess.