Seriously. I love reading your comments. Although they are usually not earth shattering (much like my blog posts), every once in a while a comment is made that is so entertaining, I have to share it with you.
Following is one of those. I grinned ear to ear with the prospect of someone having such vehement anger towards something so seemingly benign as a Taco song.
Just when I feel like quitting this blog, something like this rises to the surface to make it all worthwhile.
Here is the original post this comment was made on, along with the video for Taco's "Puttin' On The Ritz".
And here are the comments, from 'anonymous':
I hate it with the blinding fury of 1,000 suns. You know why that song is never on the radio anymore? Because it killed itself in 1992 out of shame and guilt, for sodomizing so many people's innocent ear holes.
If you enjoy this song, you will go to hell. It's written in the bible. And you know what you will hear in the lobby of hell once you get there? This song. Played over and over again.
Only it's an extend twenty-eight minute "jam" version.
Truly, truly Infernal.
The thing that really makes this song so horrible, is when you're unlucky or unhip enough to be at a club or bar where this song comes on, and you then have to watch the people who enjoy it sing or dance to it. It is always guaranteed to be one of the saddest, whitest, nerdiest, most pathetic, most cringe-inducing sights a man can behold in life.
It is absolutely assured, such an experience will be unspeakably uncomfortable for any living animal with eyes and/or ears, 100% of the time, without fail. COCKROACHES hate this song. SPONGES don't have eyes OR ears, and even THEY hate it because the salty tears of misery and despair cried by it's victims inevitably require sponging.
God forbid, you ever see a woman do a strip-tease to it. It is so mind-rapingly disturbing and unsexy, there's a good chance you'll go just up and go gay right there on the spot... Like "Yep, that's it. I'm done with women for life."
At the very least, it will take weeks to get any semblence of a sex drive back.
I would rather watch puppies get crushed with cinderblocks, or listen to a symphony of industrial chainsaws for an hour, than to watch or hear this video or song ever again.
Ummm... No. No ma'am. I don't much care for this song. I think that's essentially what I'm trying to say.