So.
My liking for a particular song has now been truly and utterly vanquished. The sinister cause of this?
The music video.
I had the foolhardy idea of looking this song up on YouTube, you know, to listen to it since the damn thing had been stuck in my head for days every since the fateful day it had appeared on the radio sometime last week.
But dear god. There are things that Cannot Be Unseen. I used to like this song. It wasn't great, but it wasn't a country song either, which puts it up the ranks quite a few pegs in my book. And since this particular radio station is prone to playing a handful of songs over and over each hour, this song was preferred above another damn Kelly Clarkson song or some country singer with enough plastic in their body to create a few PlayStation3's.
But now that I have seen this -- and only a couple of seconds here and there, I managed to tear myself away from the gruesome horror that long at least -- I cannot hear the opening chords without images of this video being summoned to mind.
The man honestly looks like the illegitimate child of David Bowie and Micheal Jackson. There's some Captain Jack Sparrow in there as well, but I don't care to contemplate how that came about.
So thank you, music video. This song is now ruined for me forever.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go gouge out my mind's eye with a spork.
My liking for a particular song has now been truly and utterly vanquished. The sinister cause of this?
The music video.
I had the foolhardy idea of looking this song up on YouTube, you know, to listen to it since the damn thing had been stuck in my head for days every since the fateful day it had appeared on the radio sometime last week.
But dear god. There are things that Cannot Be Unseen. I used to like this song. It wasn't great, but it wasn't a country song either, which puts it up the ranks quite a few pegs in my book. And since this particular radio station is prone to playing a handful of songs over and over each hour, this song was preferred above another damn Kelly Clarkson song or some country singer with enough plastic in their body to create a few PlayStation3's.
But now that I have seen this -- and only a couple of seconds here and there, I managed to tear myself away from the gruesome horror that long at least -- I cannot hear the opening chords without images of this video being summoned to mind.
The man honestly looks like the illegitimate child of David Bowie and Micheal Jackson. There's some Captain Jack Sparrow in there as well, but I don't care to contemplate how that came about.
So thank you, music video. This song is now ruined for me forever.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go gouge out my mind's eye with a spork.

Particularly with love songs--it's not necessarily that the video is bad or doesn't go with the song, but when I'm picturing stuff in my own life when I hear the song, and then I see the video and it's these fake plastic people acting it out, it's cringeworthy and it sort of ruins it--it's like seriously, those people don't deserve to be in videos that have overtones of "be true to yourself/original" when the chicks and dudes in it are both dressed in popular fashion, living in boring-ass apartments that fit popular fashion, driving ugly-ass popular cars...you get the picture 





It was the worset video I've ever seen.