Sometimes I like to grab a refreshing beverage, sit in my comfortable chair, turn on my lamp, a pick up a mystery novel, historical text, or biography. Then I tune to the wide selection of satellite music channels which comes with my TV. I like to have music on low in the background while I read.
Sometimes I listen to Jazz, but not very often…because who wants to be one of those pretentious douchebags who listens to Jazz, and then tells people about it?
Most often, I turn on the Classic Rock channel. They play a very wide selection of Classic Rock music. I don’t always like it all, but generally if I don’t, I can wait out particular song because I know I will probably like the next one, and I’m not really paying that close attention anyways because I’m focused on my book.
Except if it’s Bon Jovi. I have recently come to the realization that I hate Bon Jovi. Like, the sound of his voice and his shitty MILF magnet music makes me want to smash something with a crowbar. Last night it was “You Give Love A Bad Name.” No, Jon. You give MUSIC a bad name. This afternoon it was “Wanted Dead or Alive.” Wrong again, Jon. you’re not wanted alive, just dead. You hear me, Jon? Dead. DEAD.
The sound of his crappy music makes me want to smash stuff. I remember back in 1984, long before any of you were born. I believe I was in Grade 8. A song came out called “Runaway” and it was sung by this big haired, tight pantsed goofy looking dork. I remember seeing him and thinking “What the hell is wrong with this fucking guy?” and keep in mind THIS WAS THE GODDAMN 80’s. Pretty much everybody looked like that back then, but he managed to stand out still.
Now I’m sure some of you are going to say: “Hey, I like Bon Jovi. He has some good songs.” And to you I say, no…you’re wrong. He doesn’t have any good songs. He sucks, and you need to reconsider your life choices.
In short, I fucking hate this fucking guy and if I never hear one of his songs again, it will be too soon.