I had a difficult time deciding where to put this. It’s too pathetic to Pit. Not really “music” or “art” - although I guess it tries to be - so Cafe Society seemed right out. That left MPSIMS.
WARNING: Video Link.
Okay, I’m not sure it’s really Steve Perry; but WTF is going on?
Well, I couldn’t sit through the whole thing – nothing personal, it’s just not my style of music. So where was the guy you thought could be Steve Perry? Did he appear in a clip somewhere?
I know it’s not really Steve Perry, it was a joke. 'cause he looks like him.
Kinda.
A little.
At least the hair and nose reminded me of him.
It’s not Perry…It’s Dennis Madelone.
All you had to do was go to the main page.
[Nazi guy]It’s beautiful![/NG]
…and then my face melted off.
Video glurge…gah!
I’ve no idea whatsoever who Steve Perry is. I do know this, though. That video sucked ass on a galactic scale.
Steve Perry was the lead singer for Journey.
You can’t get the full effect of the storyline without turning the sound all the way down.
I think he’s supposed to be dead in this video, 'cause he’s all like, communicating with angels, and glowing spots of light keep coming in and out of his chest, and that looks painful. Or maybe he’s just radioactive. I think he’s guarding the earth by holding back all the cloud soldiers and cloud firemen that keep threatening to invade us. He scares them off with his huge face, and enlists small children to help. Then to show he’s all sensitive and stuff, he blows his nose on the American flag.
I don’t know what the Mt. Rushmore thing was, though.
All that work and he left the shot of a bald eagle grasping olive branches reflecting in the Twin Towers silhouetted by an overly large full moon.
Other than that…
“…left OUT…”
Oh, damn, that was bad.
[ND]This is probably the worst video ever made.[/ND]
I was going to say that it has better production values than Leslie Stevens’ Inkubo*, but I think that’s debatable.
My name is Blackclaw and I love the U.S.A.
And that video was really painful. 45 seconds in and I blacked out. When I came to I was lying on the floor and my body was partially paralyzed. Bad cliche after cliche continued to assail my ears. The utter lack of any soul to the music whatsoever was draining my will to live. Fortunately, I managed to crawl under my desk and chew through the cord to my computer speakers.
I watched about half of it with the sound off.
I’m pretty sure he was trying to … emote.
But I also like what Jenaroph said.
…or pass a wickedly sharp turd.
Either way…