Hey Ya!

Up until three weeks ago or so, I had never heard the song Hey Ya! by OutKast. I&#146d read about it but never actually HEARD it. And then I saw OutKast performing it on SNL, and now I can&#146t escape it. I am inundated with it. I hear it on commercials and movie previews, the radio, people&#146s stereos, in the gym, at the store; that song is ubiquitous, as if it were streaming from the sky itself. I don&#146t even know if I like it. I just know that I have to hate it because the entire world loves it and insists on making a permanent part of the soundtrack to my inner world. And that I do not appreciate.

Oh and get this! I woke up the other morning to the most annoying commercial jingle ever created, not on the TV or the radio, but in my HEAD. My head! We all know how Coors beer commercials elevate the words obnoxious and grating to higher and grander levels than previously imagined. Well, lucky me awoke to the &#147Mighty Wingman&#148 song on repeat; all day long, it played incessantly in my brain. There&#146s no reason for this. I wasn&#146t watching TV or thinking about the rockingest and rollingest beer on the market, going to parties and singing with the crowd and dreaming about twins. I was merely waking up from a well-deserved night of rest, in which I dreamt about bunnies and robots most likely.

You may think this makes the advertisement successful, and I suppose in some queer and twisted way it does, but I find it appalling and disgusting and don&#146t think I won&#146t shove sticks and pencils and forks into my own eyes and ears to make it end! BECAUSE I WILL, COORS. You will not win this battle, even if it kills me. And you can rest assured that I will never, in my entire lifetime, buy Coors beer, never ever ever.

5 thoughts on “Hey Ya!

  1. Schmatrick

    I’ve heard many theories on how to shake a “songworm” from your ear, but I’ve stumbled across the single most effective way to get rid of mine. It usually happens in the shower — I’ll start humming the theme to “Elmo’s World” or the bassline from a porn video I watched in the early nineties. Anyway, I always allow “Everything In Its Right Place” by Radiohead to start running in my head, and BAM, the jingle/theme music/porn riff is decimated. How’s that for a PSA?

  2. DG

    I had that problem the other day at work, except
    that the song was “Pumpkin Pie” by some band called “The Croutons”. It went over and over and over and over again. I started to have compulsive
    and intrusive imagery of lots of people chewing on
    pumpkin pie. They then would share there pumpkin
    pie with each other… directly from one mouth to another… then I could smell and taste the pumpkin spices. Then it finally faded. Croutons ROCK!!!!!!