Viacom = Ass
Dear VH1,
I just saw that you've decided that Mike Doughty's new single, "Looking at The World From The Bottom of a Well", is "worthy" of being played in music video form on your channel. Well, fuck you. Fuck you for taking someone who I could personally enjoy as a musician without having him shoved down my throat, and putting him in position to be shoved down my throat. I rarely watch your channel, but I'm sure others will get to enjoy repeated playing of his vi...oh wait, you guys are doing ANOTHER "I Love The 80's" series, aren't you? Original ideas aren't your friend.
Anyway, even if your channel doesn't play the song repeatedly, I'm sure radio or some other entertainment medium will catch on, and the next thing you know, Mike Doughty will be on the tip of every Abercrombie & Fitch-wearing, hair-gelling, recreational toker (but only behind Mommy's back), wannabe hippie under-21 young person in the nation. All of a sudden, every pretty person with $20 to spend on over-priced CD's will all of a sudden be a Soul Coughing fan "since the beginning". Mike'll end up as the next balding white dude with an acoustic guitar that the "cool kids" will blare on their car stereos when they tire of John Mayer and Ben Harper; with their ridiculously-overdone subs, dubs, or whatever other gimmickry those people do to their speakers so that they can play their Nelly and Suck-Unit when they hit that time of the week where the retro-hippie thing wears off, and they just want to rub their penises/vaginas on fellow random slutty people.
In conclusion, VH1, MTV, MTV2, Fuse, and every other shitty "musical" television conglomerate partner in Viacom/MTV Networks, fuck you. Fuck you up your fuckin' asses with a double-sided two-foot dildo with railroad spikes glued to both ends, with barbed wire and broken glass taped to various parts of this contraption.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to try and get a couple of hours of sleep and listen to my cool New Pornographers CD. Good Night.
I just saw that you've decided that Mike Doughty's new single, "Looking at The World From The Bottom of a Well", is "worthy" of being played in music video form on your channel. Well, fuck you. Fuck you for taking someone who I could personally enjoy as a musician without having him shoved down my throat, and putting him in position to be shoved down my throat. I rarely watch your channel, but I'm sure others will get to enjoy repeated playing of his vi...oh wait, you guys are doing ANOTHER "I Love The 80's" series, aren't you? Original ideas aren't your friend.
Anyway, even if your channel doesn't play the song repeatedly, I'm sure radio or some other entertainment medium will catch on, and the next thing you know, Mike Doughty will be on the tip of every Abercrombie & Fitch-wearing, hair-gelling, recreational toker (but only behind Mommy's back), wannabe hippie under-21 young person in the nation. All of a sudden, every pretty person with $20 to spend on over-priced CD's will all of a sudden be a Soul Coughing fan "since the beginning". Mike'll end up as the next balding white dude with an acoustic guitar that the "cool kids" will blare on their car stereos when they tire of John Mayer and Ben Harper; with their ridiculously-overdone subs, dubs, or whatever other gimmickry those people do to their speakers so that they can play their Nelly and Suck-Unit when they hit that time of the week where the retro-hippie thing wears off, and they just want to rub their penises/vaginas on fellow random slutty people.
In conclusion, VH1, MTV, MTV2, Fuse, and every other shitty "musical" television conglomerate partner in Viacom/MTV Networks, fuck you. Fuck you up your fuckin' asses with a double-sided two-foot dildo with railroad spikes glued to both ends, with barbed wire and broken glass taped to various parts of this contraption.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to try and get a couple of hours of sleep and listen to my cool New Pornographers CD. Good Night.