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I’m through with standing in line to clubs I’ll never get in,
It’s like the bottom of the 9th and I’m never gonna win,
This life hasn’t turned out quite the way I want it to be…
(That’s right. Fuck y’all; I like Nickelback 😤)
They’re were like President Bush.
In 2004/2005 everyone claimed they hated them to their friends, but the numbers told a different story.
I can’t even remember who ran against Bush in 2004…
This is how you remind us of what we really are.
Me, with a flipper zero: SkipSkipSkipSkip…
Search your feelings, you know it to be true.
That face when your sister just gave you a sloppy kiss and then went upstairs to her room
#relatable
My go-to is always Cottoneye Joe
Hebe damit da macht mann tscho
Eibi namari dalong taimgo
Wer dya kam von, wer dya go
Verde kam von Katnaijo
I read that as 12 straight days
That’d be a helluva lotta money to dump in a jukebox.
3 seconds later the bartender clears the queue and OP wasted $20 to annoy nobody.
As a former bartander / bar manager, we skipped bad plays ALL the time.
I bet. I’ve seen karaoke night, it’s brutal how many shitty renditions of “fuck her gently” and “Bohemian Rhapsody” you have to sit through.
The trick is to play one thing inexplicably awful that the bartender won’t realize is so just by looking at the name.
Like Ram Ranch. Like, sure they’ll probably cancel it after about 20 seconds when they realize what the fuck is going on. But you still got everyone in the bar to hear about gay cowboys for 20 seconds.
Definitely learned that lesson, but I just wanted to listen to Dillinger Escape Plan in a college bar.
Fuck me I forgot that’s a feature on almost every jukebox! And I just left a comment about doing something similar.
I could have drank that money!
The opportunity costs are real
For years, scientists have long wondered, can you make grown men and women weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones’ “It’s Not Unusual”, and the answer is yes, you can, so long as it is preceded by seven “What’s New Pussycat”'s.
Exactly what I was going to post. Classic John Mulaney.
Then lose their mind when it is followed by more repeats of “What’s New Pussycat”.
This is the way.
As a teenager / young adult, I had never heard (or at least registered) this song. In that timeframe, I once visited my older sister and her husband, who at the time had a pretty large collection of cats.
At one point, I stepped away from the group and, on my return, encountered one of these cats just hanging out around the corner from the gathering area. I said to it “what’s up, pussycat?” just to acknowledge it. Immediately everyone in the main room, from which they could overhear me, responded “whooooa-oh-oh-oh!”
Without the context of knowing that song, it was very confusing and almost alarming.
Brilliant.
So hating Nickleback become a meme which actually managed to keep the band alive for way longer then other bands in the same category. They still managed to get concerts with great reception for a very long time after their prime with Photograph.
I saw one interview where they said that once the “hate” dies they’ll not know what to do.
I actually enjoy a number of Nickleback songs. The “hate” was meme’d to the heavens but the band isn’t really that bad and Chad Kroeger legit has a good singing voice.
The hate is because they were the most visible “post grunge” Pearl Jam wannabe band, not that they were particularly awful among their peers. It’s hard to exaggerate just how obnoxious alternative radio became in the late 90s when legitimately 75% of the plays were these manufactured poser bands. It’s like clear channel took sadistic pleasure in making us listen to them skull fuck the corpse of Kurt Kobain for 22.8 hours of the day. That’s basically what Nickelback was - not awful music, but rather the harbinger of the end times for independent radio and alternative rock.
Tney were produced. Like a hamburger patty. And sold. People will eat what they are served every day.
His singing voice is pretty polarizing I’d say, a lot of people don’t like it.
I slot them right next to Imagine Dragons; commercial pop rock, all their shit sounds the same, it’s scenery, I don’t need to go watch em for two hours or buy an album but it doesn’t bother me.
I file them under “constipated rock,” because that voice sounds like he’s laboring on the toilet as he “sings.”
I can’t stand his singing.
My friends and I used to do this with a song by drum and bass dj Goldie. For some reason touch tunes had a set of his that lasted 45 minutes, we would throw that in 3+ times in a row and bounce. Worst part, the beginning and end would bleed together really well so you really couldn’t tell it restarted. So for $4 the bar would have 2+ hours of drum and bass.
Eventually the bartenders caught on and would shut off the touch tune when we would show up.
Outstanding. It’s like picking stuff like November Rain and Free Bird to make the most of your money.
In a similar vein, one of my old haunts had a jukey, but the button under the bar to skip tracks was fucked. So, we’d get towards the end of our drinks, put two quid in the jukey, pick two decent songs to give us six or seven minutes to finish our drinks, then queue up a load of Christmas songs… in June.
We’d drink up, fuck off, and sit smugly in the next pub knowing there was half hour of Mariah Carey & co. blaring out at the previous pub which couldn’t be skipped. Good times.
Hey I LOVE Christmas carols! Especially the choiry Catholic ones, they are beautiful. I can listen to that year round, and sing out loud to them year round, and just in general year round!
Hooo-hoOoOoOooo-HoooOoOooo-ho ohoooosiannna in excelcis!
Ding dong! Merrily on hiiiigh…
When I was a kid my buddies and I would stop in a burger joint and play I Touch Myself as many times as we had quarters and leave.
We would also play Scatman at this little diner we would go for breakfast. The juke selection was in all the booths.
I can’t remember the band or the song, but there was a jam band song that went in for 40ish minutes at a bar I used to go to. You could play it four times for a dollar.
There was a pool hall/bar in lake Park called mizrack’s that had an old school juke box that would physically pull a cd like the record playing ones of yore. I played “supper’s ready” by Genesis 10 times with a $5 bill before getting one beer and leaving. I used to be a terrible person, I still am, but I used to be as well.
This is going to sound odd but are you FlyingSquid?
Used to chat to that account sometimes then we stopped hearing from them and people got concerned.
Not the first time I’ve been asked. Sorry to disappoint, I am not.
No problem. I’m sure you’re just as cool. 😎
I miss flying squid. Dude had top tier shitposts
Yeah he was the shit, guy commented on EVERYTHING.
Guess he believed in this place of slop and debauchery. I like to believe that someday his silky wet squid fingers will grace us once again.
Same. He moved to my country and then just fell off the map. Hoping he’s just enjoying life too much to be online.
IIRC he was trying to get his family over as well, hope they’re on holiday on a beach away from the new reich
I found a ten hour loop of in the air tonight that never gets to the drum break. Takes surprisingly long before anyone notices.
I think I found it
Nah that just does the drum loop for ten hours.
I grew up surfing in the late-90s early-00s, and we’d always paddle in to go to the same place for lunch. They had a jukebox and we always put on Yellow Submarine simply because one time flicking through someone thought it sounded funny, and turns out the song’s a bit of a joke. The owner hated the ritual, but he knew we’d put on Stairway To Heaven next and leave.
We chose Stairway To Heaven as loosely as we did Yellow Submarine. Never heard it before, but we had heard of it. Those two songs covered scoffing down lunch and then we’d paddle back out for the afternoon session.
This occured for years until we grew up and left town pursuing adult things as newly born adults now out of highschool.
The owner was a great guy. Told us as much as he hates Yellow Submarine, he was going to miss us as much as he loved Stairway To Heaven (along those lines anyway). We never learned each other’s names, but he always gave us shit when we walked in and told us to enjoy our surf when we left. Those two songs and that jukebox remind me of him all these years later and I’m sure they remind him of us punk ass surfer brats.
Touchtunes figured out people were doing this kind of thing and gave bars the ability to skip songs.
They’ve always had the ability to skip… I’m guessing the bartenders just didn’t know because the button on the remote isn’t explicitly labelled “skip”. What they did catch on to is playing longer songs; those cost extra now.
I hate these threads. Do people not get that bar tenders can skip whatever, or shut it down, or play whatever they want?
The amount of times I saw posts on reddit saying “upvote this so the top Google result is this political meme” despite that being disproved years ago tells me that the average tech literacy of users is abysmal.
Generally speaking most things that people interact with are black boxes to them. They only know that X output occurs with Y input, they no idea or care about what happens in-between.
Even before this touch tunes shit, the bar tenders would have some basic control over the machine. Or just simply unplug it if you pulled this kind of shit. And if you kept doing it, they would kick you out of the bar. And/or security or a group of regulars would make sure you had a very unpleasant time, and would not want to come back. What fantasy world do people live in, where they are so out of touch with real world consequences.
The internet has made people entirely too comfortable with being absolute twats with no repercussions
There’s a bar close enough to my place that I can sit on the patio and listen to the music. I regularly use touch tunes to change the music because some people over there just have bad taste.
