Now, crap-tastic music is always playing in the store. "Mambo #5" was playing when I was in the bathroom the other day. And I had to listen to "beating down the walls of heartache, bang bang, I am the warrior" every damn day for four months.
But the other day, it reached a new low. So low, in fact, that I was certain my ears were going to spontaneously bleed from the torture.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wJ-VPqFzy0
Yeah...
Now, it's well known that I'm not a fan of John Mayer. Elliott once asked me why I didn't like him but then answered the question himself with "Ah, the misogyny, right? Yeah, I see that." Force me to listen to even a few seconds of "Daughters" and I'm ready to punch holes through walls out of anger.
But that?! Ugh. Whole new level of awful.
Just watch the cheesy 80's Tom Petty music video. You'll feel cleaner, I promise.
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