an open letter (non poker content ahead)
4 Comments Published by katitude on Thursday, May 11, 2006 at 6:31 p.m..
Dear Blondie;
Long time fan (29 years actually), first time writer.
I've always enjoyed your music; yours was the one band I can truly say I've "grown up" with. From the ever-so-bitchy "Rip Her To Shreds" that coincided with my ever-so-bitchy youth to the latest efforts that dabbled in diverse genres like jazz, classical, reggae and hiphop that echoed periods of my life where I dabbled in different genres.
And as someone who has also lived the last 29 years with many ups and downs, I truly understand that as one ages, the word "compromise" no longer has such a violent knee-jerk reaction as it once did. Things change, tastes and attitudes change. The need to eat and pay bills becomes much more important than principles. So I do get why y'all have "sold out", and licensed songs to the Evil Advertising and Marketing Guild.
But.
Why that song?!?!?! The song that pretty much defined a summer for me, the one that even after 2+ decades can still bring back those memories as fresh as if I had just done those stupid, silly things yesterday? The summer where I woke up and found me under all the layers of "good girl"-isms and acceptable group behaviours?
God, and for a CLEANING PRODUCT of all things.... talk about a double slap in the face.
So now I have to mute the commercial as fast as I can; I will not allow you to bastardize these memories for me, to overlay the meaning this song has for me with images of a happy, stunned woman deriving idiotic joy from cleaning. CLEANING! OMFG, as if punks ever really cared about tidiness!
And to the fine people of Swiffer...nice try but this is me backlashing. I have just tossed out all your products. And I will never buy your product again. Ever.
And please, feel free to pass this on to Iggy Pop ("Lust for Life" is pimping a cruise ship line), the holders of the Clash catalogue ("London Calling" pimping Jaguars) and the Evil Advertising and Marketing Guild.
Long time fan (29 years actually), first time writer.
I've always enjoyed your music; yours was the one band I can truly say I've "grown up" with. From the ever-so-bitchy "Rip Her To Shreds" that coincided with my ever-so-bitchy youth to the latest efforts that dabbled in diverse genres like jazz, classical, reggae and hiphop that echoed periods of my life where I dabbled in different genres.
And as someone who has also lived the last 29 years with many ups and downs, I truly understand that as one ages, the word "compromise" no longer has such a violent knee-jerk reaction as it once did. Things change, tastes and attitudes change. The need to eat and pay bills becomes much more important than principles. So I do get why y'all have "sold out", and licensed songs to the Evil Advertising and Marketing Guild.
But.
Why that song?!?!?! The song that pretty much defined a summer for me, the one that even after 2+ decades can still bring back those memories as fresh as if I had just done those stupid, silly things yesterday? The summer where I woke up and found me under all the layers of "good girl"-isms and acceptable group behaviours?
God, and for a CLEANING PRODUCT of all things.... talk about a double slap in the face.
So now I have to mute the commercial as fast as I can; I will not allow you to bastardize these memories for me, to overlay the meaning this song has for me with images of a happy, stunned woman deriving idiotic joy from cleaning. CLEANING! OMFG, as if punks ever really cared about tidiness!
And to the fine people of Swiffer...nice try but this is me backlashing. I have just tossed out all your products. And I will never buy your product again. Ever.
And please, feel free to pass this on to Iggy Pop ("Lust for Life" is pimping a cruise ship line), the holders of the Clash catalogue ("London Calling" pimping Jaguars) and the Evil Advertising and Marketing Guild.
Bite me, you fuckers.
Let's not forget good ol' Led Zeppelin for allowing "Rock N Roll" to be used to pimp freaking Cadillacs of all things. I'm still disgusted beyond belief every time I hear them on the television or the radio. Who is making the decisions with respect to these classic pieces of time-honored music? I just don't get it.
All the music from our youth that used to be so "counter-culture" eventually became mainstream.
And then all those artists lost all their money through bad management and drug problems, so the eventual sell-out was an inevitability.
That's life in the world of pop-culture.
Such Anger.
Bill hicks said it best.