Thursday, September 25, 2008
If Tom Petty Was Dead …
He’d be rolling over in his grave.
Some years ago when the Utah Jazz were good enough to make it to the finals, but not good enough to beat the officiating there were a number of people who were able to parlay the event into something larger. One of these was a guy who started making fan-boy Jazz rah rah songs fashioned after popular hits. He’d take a popular song and change the words into some tune about Karl Malone or John Stockton. It was entertaining I suppose, but one couldn’t help but notice the fact that his singing and musicianship were verrrry marginal.
After the Jazz did what was expected and lost to the Bulls, this guy picked up a few gigs doing jingles for advertisers using the same formula. To this day, while listening to the radio, I will hear this guy’s annoying voice butcher some tune pimping some local company’s wares. I’ve yet to remember the name of a single paying customer of his though.
Anyway, on the way home this evening I heard this guy’s verrry marginal singing and musicianship skills being put to use by anally raping Tom Petty’s Free Falling. It was way too much.
And we got freeeeeee, free toppings. Freeeee, free toppings …
Oy, obviously it was a jingle for a pizza place. I don’t remember who it was, but when I hear this abomination on the radio again I will make sure to catch who it is for the sole reason of making sure I never go to this place.
