The video was made when rock was big, brash and best served American. I’m talking about the 1980s. We’re feeling Ronald Reagan, hamburgers, the Dukes of Hazzard and loads of denim jackets. We’re talking about working in a steel mill all week long and living for Sunday Night Football.
We’re liking Van Halen and Beverley Hills Cop and freeways and cheap gas and french fries in fact freedom fries. We’re talking Space Shuttles and Back the The Future and cheese that isn’t strictly a food.
This is the USA.
That was the USA.
Then the commies spoiled it all. Or something like that.
Edinburgh’s like a daft wee village and we’re all pals and we all know each other. Come and meet everyone tongiht at the quizzes:
6pm – The PErsevere. Jackpot £90. Cheat: The picture round includes Billy Joel. Yeah, the piano man.
8pm – Tolbooth Tavern. Jackpot: £90. Cheat: The music round contains a horrible song by Train. See video below to hear the song:
I’m not a hundred per cent sure why I hate this song so much.
I feel it’s part of a shitty trend of American bands who sing seemingly heartfelt songs when you know they couldn’t give a monkey’s.
Fake emotion. Like someone pretending they like the cake you made. I can’t be dealing with it.
Fake emotion. Like he is definitely going to be in love with this bird for ever, guaranteed, not just for one night, promise. And he feel this so deeply he has to make a song about it and wear an “honest” looking denim jacket to complete the look, when he clearly just wants his hole.