I’m so old. So very old.
"Not too hard,
Not too soft" pic.twitter.com/AlfKCAhUjc
— John Stansbury (@2oft) January 10, 2017
I’m surprised this isn’t already a failed NBC sitcom.
This is probably the best commentary on our consumer-driven culture and the effects of the almost-constant barrage of media messages. And it’s funny, too.
I wish they were a little more clear about how sampling really helped renew some interest in the genre in the late 1980s/early 1990s.
Or not. Scenes from The Walking Dead set to music.
This is the best video in the history of mankind.
When you see her dance at 2:38ish your mind will literally explode. So be careful. If you can make it that far.
Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake play songs of my youth. Sadly, I know every single friggin’ word…
Well, this here be my life. I hate my life.
I hate YouTube.
I’m being completely serious about this.
After watching this video, is there anything left to see?
Seriously, it’ll stop the way you think about everything.
Whilst working, early this morning, a local radio station played in the background. Normally a good mix of happy songs, there were some terrible, terrible songs in the rotation for this morning. Stupid, sappy, late–70s love songs. It was horrifying, and it didn’t enhance my effort at all.
As I ate lunch, yet another radio station played in the background. The first song that came on was John Denver’s ‘Thank God I’m a Country Boy,’ so I figured things were not going to get any better. I was wrong.
After I got my burger, I heard the characteristic open sounds of one of the greatest songs in the history of mankind: Shaft!
Yes, I love that song…maybe a little too much. But if loving Shaft is wrong, I don’t want to be right! Or live in the 21st century, for that matter.
Then some hippies (I swear, none of them older than 21, none of them wasting more than $5 on shaving gear in their lives) walked in. After the group sat down, the waitress asked them what they wanted to drink, left, and returned, she asked them if they “knew what they wanted?”
“…besides a haircut?” I added.
Then I spent the next three minutes trying to act like I was trying to get something out of my beard as to cover up my hysterical non–laughing.
Hippies? Shaft? The 70s?
It was funny to me, anyways.