Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Feel My Pain
Due to a dreadful Tim Horton's commercial I have this horrifying segment of soft-rock hell stuck in my head.
Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen
It may come as no coincidence that my mother inexplicably enjoys this song and had been known to sing it around the house when I was a teenager. It is the floating turd in the music sewer that is the Dirty Dancing soundtrack. My mum also LOVES this movie. I would rather hear a redneck armpit fart symphony than have the crowning jewel of the hellish period of aural agony known as the late 80's crossing my temporal lobe.
Please make it stop.
Posted by Michel-Exildas Galipeau at 13:47