I saw an awful, stupid, demoralizing band on one of the first-run late shows - either Letterman or Leno - a few weeks ago. They were otherwise a completely cookie-cutter modern rock group, except then the spikey-haired white douchebag lead singer also did “beatboxing” sound effects with his mouth.
The whole thing made me want to die. Who was it, so that I can officially declare my hatred and jihad?
Could it possibly have been Blake Lewis, one of the runner-ups on American Idol last season? He’s a spiky-haired white boy who does nothing but beatboxing, but I lost track of him after AI was over and don’t know whether he got himself a band.
No deafening technique, but I can at least reassure you that beatboxing isn’t always shit. Bonus points for spotting the youtube cult classic reference.
Well, it looks like you found you answer, otherwise I might have suggested that you heard my neighbour!
It is currently Music Time, which means that my downstairs neighbour his howling along to irregular/poorly rhythmed “rock” music. He apparently believes he can sing well, but it’s nearly making my ears bleed. We just heard a not-so-rocking rendition of “Rock and Roll All Night” (sung with a Québecois accent, btw!) and now it appears to be “original” music that he likes to practise over and over and over again.
Absolute worst was the - All Mighty Senators - From Baltimore or PA area.
Opened for the Pretenders in Ct early 2003.
Funk/ punk music backed by horns and trombones to a down reggae beat. Frontman played a snare and bass drum out in front.
It was sad…
When coming home, my husband peeked into the neighbour’s apartment as he came up the outside stairs… it appears that Music Time isn’t a guy practising for his band. It’s just a guy doing KARAOKE!
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. At least we don’t have to worry about him showing up on late-night TV!
The Moldy Peaches. I saw them open for They Might Be Giants (one of the oddest combination bills I’ve ever seen too), and I couldn’t believe they had any fans at all. They’re this duo, consisting of this girl with a huge blonde afro and a poodle skirt who sings like a dog (high pitched, whiny and off key), and this guy who looks like a poor man’s Aston Kutcher who had an okay voice but sounded totally stoned. They sang songs such as “Little Bunny Foo Foo” and “Whose Got the Crack” (both of which are about exactly what you think they are). They seemed to get a kick about the 40 minutes of booing from the audience they got.
A couple months later, I was telling somebody about this performance at a party, when this other totally stoned loser came up to me and said “dude, tell me which costumes they were wearing!” … oh great, so they’re one of THOSE bands too.
7 years later, and they’re doing the soundtrack to Juno. WTF?
I keep trying to decide whether or not I like the band Freezepop. I’m not big into techno, I don’t think their vocals are kickin’, and all their efforts at making a video save one have been unsophisticated, but I just can’t help but appreciate their enthusiasm. They look like they’re having so much fun.
I saw Eric Burdon in London in the late 70s. His backing bad had already appeared, with a different singer, as the support and they were pretty good. Not good enough however to cover up the drug and/or alcohol fueled performance by Burdon. His “singing” was lamentable enough but he often seemed to forget where he was in a song and the guitarist would apparently yell some lyrics in his ear.
The whole experience was made worse by the expectations I had.
I saw Joe Cocker fuck up a show due to alcohol - he drank throughout the whole show, but bits of it were good and at the time I didn’t revere Cocker as I would seeing him now.
[hijack]I learned “Little Bunny Foo Foo” at Girl Scout Camp in the '70s… in fact, sing that song to a girl and you might even encounter the debates about what the correct lyrics are. (“Rabbit” vs. “bunny” is just the start.)[/hijack]
A few years ago on SNL they had some ugly women as the musical guests. Their first number was a cover of “Yakety Yak (Don’t Come Back.)” It was staggeringly bad, as if they had booked some real band, discovered twenty minutes before showtime that they’d all been killed in a bus accident, and had to pick three sisters out of the studio audience to fill the time. I was mortified and could not bear to watch any further.