I found out I can access the local bar's TouchTones from my house and my work. So on random evenings, I'll queue a song list up starting with Photograph (my calling card), then do a list of bizarre songs (Surfin' Bird, it's Not Unusual, a 20+ minute Sufjan Stevens song, Babymetal, etc), then close it out with Photograph again.
I'm going to give the bartender a Pavlovian response to hearing Nickelback
Could you do a solid prank for this random internet stranger and queue up the following:
8 x one favorite slightly annoying song ('moves like jagger', or 'we built this city' would be my suggestion)
1 x Photograph (pause for the unison sigh of relief from the patrons)
1+ x the same slightly annoying song played in a row already.
I'll bring popcorn.
So, from experience, I don't think it likes it if you play a song too close to itself. I had a short Playlist once with two or three songs bookended with Photograph, and it dropped the second Photograph. So I'm hesitant to do the same song over and over. Maybe a song that has a whole bunch of different versions might work!
You could at least credit John Mulaney if you are going to steal his jokes.
If they have it, Disco Duck is an all-time stupid song classic, highly recommend playing it anytime you want to be a musical troll.
- Photograph
- Prince - Batdance.
- OPM - Heaven is a halfpipe
- NWA - Fuck the Police (radio edit)
- Incubus - Aqueous Transmission
- The Mandalorian Theme song
- Aphex Twin - Bucephalus Boubcing Ball
- Dre - Next Episode
- The Broadside Band -Gathering Peascods
- The Gourds - Gin and Juice
- Steely Dan - Rikki don't lose that number
- Slipknot - before I forget (or slayer raining blood - take your pick)
- Lingus - Snarky Puppy
- Nonpoint - in the air tonight
- Cunninlynguists - the Light
- Rush - la villa strangiato
- Jethro Tull - cross-eyed mary
- Photograph.
All are on Spotify, which you can link to Touch tunes. Load it up as a playlist, then select "smart shuffle".
Find a booth. Grab a pint. Enjoy the clusterfuck.
Nobody cares 🙄🙄
Nobody asked you
A lad I know was a regular in one of the pubs I used to frequent, which had a jukey that had the CD covers mapped in a 2x2 grid of a catalogue that rotated to show off what was in the box - generally 99 CD's worth, likely a limitation of the input display than any software constraint.
Rather than scroll through the jukey CD's, you could literally ask him a song and he'd give you the two digit CD number, and two digit track number from memory. It was impressive.
Or, you could put two quid in for 12 tracks or whatever, put on two bangers, and the other ten stupidly long November Rain style songs, or Christmas songs in July, by which point you'd have finished your drink and fucked off because the "skip song" control behind the bar had been gubbed for years - leaving your remaining ten songs to go on for hours, or to bring festive cheer to drinkers at half past three on a Monday afternoon in the summer.
Fun times - and very specific to a twenty or thirty year window in time, too.
The world of journalism will truly mourn the loss of Vice's hard-hitting articles such as this
But how about 7 plays of “what’s new pussycat” followed by “it’s not unusual.” https://youtu.be/Pl2Jf7xPOLE
Guess who just got back today? Them wild-eyed boys that had been away Haven't changed, had much to say But man, I still think them cats are crazy They were askin' if you were around How you was, where you could be found I told 'em you were livin' downtown Drivin' all the old men crazy
Ugh, those lyrics are even worse than I remembered!
Honestly, considering the genre and the ambition and intent of the song, the lyrics are a notch above the competition at the time. Lynott wrote some really good lyrics at times and while this song is admittedly not the best example of his writing, at least it's got believable characters and setting. I'd rather hear a song about young working class Irish people and their life-affirming ways than what most other hard rock acts were writing about in the 70s and 80s.
When I was young, a buddy and I went into a bar we had driven by a bunch of times but never gone into. When we walked in, the redneck-looking guys inside all just stared at us - like very unwelcoming. I went over to the jukebox and put in a few quarters, selected something like "Sweet home Alabama," but then queued up all the very poppy songs that I was surprised to see on the list. Like "Dancing queen" and "Afternoon delight." Then we left.
I hope that they're not here to kill me
That jukebox in the corner blastin' out my favorite song The nights are getting longer, it won't be long Won't be long 'til summer comes Now that the boys are here again
So what was the article actually about
Playing the boys are back in town on a jukebox in a bar over and over again I guess.
This is deadlock
"Play Freebirrrrd!"
I just have to comment on how I truly hate that song. I can't even express in words why i hate it, but i do, enough to put that out there for you to see.
