Get Some New Fucking Songs!
Sorry. I am in a bit of a "mood" today.
Among various reasons, I am being put over the edge by that annoying group from last Summer, Coco and Lafe. Yep, C&L are back in full effect this summer... Playing right outside the Borders Bookstore in Downtown Crossing. And given my office location, I get the wonderful treat of hearing these two croon their hearts out every sunny afternoon.
To be fair, they are not bad singers. (Well, she is. He is pretty good.) But sweet merciful baby Jesus! Could they please get some new material?????
My lord! Every time they play, it's the same set list... Could someone please help these two out??? We are dying here!
Now they're singing "Knock, Knock, Knockin' On Heaven's Door!" Oh dear God! Someone make it fucking stop!!!! They're ruining awesome songs!
Among various reasons, I am being put over the edge by that annoying group from last Summer, Coco and Lafe. Yep, C&L are back in full effect this summer... Playing right outside the Borders Bookstore in Downtown Crossing. And given my office location, I get the wonderful treat of hearing these two croon their hearts out every sunny afternoon.
To be fair, they are not bad singers. (Well, she is. He is pretty good.) But sweet merciful baby Jesus! Could they please get some new material?????
My lord! Every time they play, it's the same set list... Could someone please help these two out??? We are dying here!
Now they're singing "Knock, Knock, Knockin' On Heaven's Door!" Oh dear God! Someone make it fucking stop!!!! They're ruining awesome songs!
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I feel your pain.
There's this mangy, lumpy, gerbil of a man who parks himself at Downtown Crossing in the mornings (the side that favors the Orange Line) and absolutely insists on singing every song "half-assed and hardly" to borrow a phrase from an Uncle.
For most city folk, I’m sure he’s as shocking as a pigeon. But for my money, he's a masochist disguised as a street performer. Song lyrics are dragged kicking and screaming across the same stale arrangement of preprogrammed beats, and then trailed by some seriously soggy keyboard playing. His rendition of Lionel Richie’s ‘All Night Long’ may just qualify as a war crime. It’s that horrible. And what makes it worse (besides hearing him first thing in the morning) is seeing the money people toss this brazen hatchet man: the city is subsiding this chord-killer!
One uniquely horrifying morning, I had the misfortune of hearing a 'version' of Roxanne by The Police sung over the hook to Michael Jackson's 'Don't Stop ‘Til You Get Enough’ which then, somehow, morphed into Gloria Estefan's 'Rhythm is Gonna Get You'.
It was so …cohesive… in its awfulness it gave me a toothache