Since I’ve been getting pelted about this by several of you—and by several, I mean, well, nobody, really—I thought I should come right out and address the issue.
Dude, what’s up with the Tunes Testing, (none of) you asked?
Frankly, nothing’s up with it.
Admittedly, I haven’t done a very good job lately of keeping my promise from the beginning of the year. In fact, I’ve let several weeks go by without writing the obligatory music-related post. But, no, I haven’t given up. I have, however, learned that my original expectation was a little, um, unrealistic. Like, “OH! Hai! I has never skied on the skis in the snow before, but I can totally take the Quadruple Viper Black Diamond Widow-maker Slopes first thing!”
Maybe that was a bad analogy.
Anyway, the point here is that I underestimated the amount of time and attention I’d need to commit to experiencing and evaluating a brand new (to me) piece of music every week. That’s especially true considering my intention to write a post about each new album/band and not sound like it was cobbled together by Bevis and Butthead or Wayne and Garth, in the first ten minutes of detention.
I can just see it now:
Tunes Testing: The Manic Street Preachers
Butthead: Huh-huh. Huh-huh-huh. Dude, these guys ROCK!
Bevis: No way, Butthead, heh-heh, you can’t even understand them. It’s like, like, ‘scrreeeeeeech, I’m saaaaaad, screeeeeech,’ or something. heh-heh-heh. Crrrrrrrraapacino!
Butthead: Shut up, dummass!
Bevis: No, you shut up. Bow to Cornholio!
<fighting ensues>
Yeah, um, that’s not really what I was I going for.
So, anyway, yes, unequivocally, there will be more Tunes Testing. Soon. I just need an adapter for my car to play Spotify or, like, 72 more hours per week or something.
I dunno, I’ll figure it out.
Until then, well, I wanted to embed a video for you listening pleasure. Specifically, I wanted to embed the sing-along video The Oatmeal posted yesterday. It amused me greatly. Then again, it’s completely NSFW*. In fact, there’s a pretty good chance it’s marginally Not Safe For Life.
So, instead, I give you Taylor Swift. Not because I like Taylor Swift, mind you. Oh, by the 17 mouths of the Dark Serpent of Upandor, no. But I have a six year old daughter with a CD player. So, like it or not, I have the privilege of listening to this, um, stuff, all too often. And if I have pay, you might as well share my pain.
Personally, I’m expecting that my readership is smart enough to follow the Oatmeal link and not click the Taylor Swift “play” button. But, I’ll understand if you never want to visit my website again. Thank you for suffering with me anyway.
Oh, and don’t forget, Tunes Testing will return…soon!
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