Those videos bother me and I avoid them like the plague. It is stretching the bounds of credibility to say that an accomplished musician is unfamiliar with artists and songs that are at the level of Jethro Tull in their area (flautist).
And it’s always a famous work, like Bohemian Rhapsody or The Girl from Ipanema. Seriously, I live under a rock, but I expect top-drawer musicians and artists wouldn’t live under a rock.
I like a few genres of reaction videos - particularly of young people watching old cult movies and such - but, I’m sorry, if you are a music producer and you’ve never heard of Steely Dan, or you’re hot shot little guitarist and you’ve never heard Van Halen, or you’re the new wonder of pop singing but you don’t know who Whitney Houston is … then I’m not even watching. They’ve failed their due diligence from the jump. When I was 15 and listening to Van Halen I still knew who Bill Haley and the Comets, Frank Sinatra and Count Basie were ferchrissakes.
While I avoid music reaction videos for the reasons above I do occasionally watch reaction videos of someone watching a classic movie for the first time.
ISTM, those meal kit preparation times are measured against some hotshot chef in one of those Japanese steak houses where patrons sit on the perimeter of a grill. Fer chrissakes it takes me 20 minutes to cut a zucchini and a couple of carrots into half moons, or mince cilantro or parsley. I’ve been working on it for 2+ years now and I’m not a millimeter closer to the ability to the chopchopchopchopchop…switswit….chopchopchop…swit of the hotshot chef to slice/dice/chop vegetables as I ever was.
I’m in touch with a person that manages some accounts to get pets returned to their owners. I’m VERY skeptical about this group. But hey, I wasn’t included in any meetings.
There are so many things they don’t seem to be able to understand or communicate about freaking address information.
So I send more information again. This person lost the email. Then I ask for clarity about the data they need. They don’t understand the difference between a legal Lot/Block and an Address/Street. God help me because I’m trying to explain PO Boxes to them too.
The response: “I’ll pass that question on to our data team!” Just shoot me now. I’m the data guy providing the data.
And stop with the Junior High school !!! exuberance. I didn’t ask you for a date, I asked about the type of data you want. I’m a professional. You’re passing notes in a classroom.
I think I know who you’re talking about. That guy has done a huge number of such reactions. Assuming that he’s being honest, he is amazingly ignorant of the entire history of popular music for someone who claims to be a music producer. If we’re talking about the same guy, he’s recently embarked on “a project” to listen and react to every album from the Beatles.
The Beatles! Like, the most famous band in the world, and he claims to have heard only a couple of their songs in his life. He’s either lying, or incredibly sheltered. His initial reaction to “I Saw Her Standing There”: Oh, it’s twelve-bar blues! He’s also utterly amazed that “they could sing!” Yes, the members of a very successful band had some singing ability.
I saw an ad for the remake of The Running Man. “Glen Powell is running for his life.” Wait, who the fuck is Glen Powell? This is a story about Ben Richards. I was planning to see this in the theater, but when they’re already fiddling about with things that don’t need changing, I don’t think they’re going to do a good job.
Glen Powell is the actor. I think the character is still Ben Richards.
The thing that’s different from the Arnold movie is he’s running in public and any civilian is allowed to kill him. Don’t know which is more true to the story being adapted.
Special Halloween Gripe: I get Reese’s Mini Peanut Butter Cups and I carefully unwrap the foil from one, making sure I don’t leave any little bits of foil on the candy to surprise my fillings. I then peel the little paper liner off the candy and pop it in my mouth. Yum! But…surprise! There were TWO liners on the candy, so I now have a wad of melted chocolate, peanut butter, and waxed paper in my mouth. No use even trying to separate them. Of the ones I have, about one in four has two liners.
I got another email intended for my Colorado doppelganger yesterday.
We share a relatively rare first + last name combo, and somehow administrative staff at various places of business he frequents send stuff to me instead. My address is firstname.lastname@gmail.com; his is slightly different.
So I regularly communicate with his accountant, folks in his political party, and yesterday, his gastroenterologist.
I always try to be friendly: “Hi, this Jersey Joe, who you sent email to. You want the infinitely cooler Colorado Joe instead. Please update the email address you have on file…it’s awkward me seeing his financial details.”
So yesterday I called his Colorado gastroenterology clinic and had a brief chat about Jersey Joe and Colorado Joe with the friendly woman at the other end of the line.
I could just ignore it all, but I try to do the right thing.
No it isn’t. There are similarities but it’s not a classic 12-bar.
I get these in my YouTube feed as well. I just ignore them: I have no interest in listening to some self-proclaimed ‘expert’ blithering on about songs I know very well….
Probably not. It was a “log in and fill out long forms of stuff” kind of generic doctor’s office email. Had I clicked the link I would have been required to provide a DOB and other identifying details before real HIPAA trouble would start.
She did speak in a guarded way as I very clearly said “I’m not Colorado Joe so I can’t tell you anything other than you have the wrong email address”
I’ve been watching a lot of European and international football (soccer) on the Spanish language networks. They are generally better commentary than the English language commentators in the states. But a couple of things bug me…
The way the whole “goooooooooollllll” commentator celebration has become mandatory for all goals. This is a scrambled goal in the Wales-Turkey qualifier, not a brilliant curling winner in the Classico. Maybe the commentator is actually a hard core Wales fan and is just expressing his genuine emotion, but I seriously doubt it
Really you can mention Jude Bellingham’s name without saying “hey Jude”. It is allowed