You know the typically life cycle of a good song…you hear it, hear it again, fall in love, listen to it excessively, start to hate it, and never want to listen to it again until it reappears for its renaissance around 15 years after its peak.
Then there are the songs whose process is expedited due to intoxicated people clinging on and just running with it.
Here’s a short list of some of those songs.
Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey
This one started off pretty innocent…you grew up listening to it, and that one kid always played it at high school house parties and you couldn’t help but smile and sing along.
Then college kids got a hold of it, which led to date party themes, float trips, tailgates, closing time “send off” music, and of course, a Glee cover.
Friends in Low Places by Garth Brooks
Perhaps this one doesn’t belong on this list. I mean, has anyone ever wanted to listen to this song while sober?
Check out the rest after the jump.
Sam and Diane had Cheers. Ted, Barney, and the gang had McLaren’s. Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name. Yet thanks to our state’s high population of rednecks/Derps/meth dabblers/weirdos, finding a place you can comfortably call your home-away-from-home can be a challenge.
This week, I’m going to take a load off your soul and list out some cool places that I’ve found in Tulsa. These are in no particular order–obviously, if you really love doing the “Copperhead Road” dance, Legends will be your number one, and if you hate showers Soundpony will be your favorite. But, I trust that you can make these kind of judgement calls on your own time.
Side Note: It’s by design that there are no South Tulsa bars on this list. This is because there is not even one good place to hang out south of 36th St. I grew up in South Tulsa 500 feet away from Bixby, went to school in Jenks, work in Broken Arrow, lived downtown for two and a half years, and just moved to Florence Park. My knowledge of Tulsa is expansive. If yours is too (and given that you’re not a cougar and don’t wear t-shirts with flames on them) you’ll likely agree.
By now, you’ve certainly seen the amusing (but clearly satirical) story about an altercation between Justin Bieber and former Sooner/Clippers star Blake Griffin. It popped up on my timeline because pretty much every gullible dimwit I’m Facebook friends with (and then some) posted the link along with a comment like “haha that little punk finally got what he deserved!”
These FB posters are also the same people who believed the lighting technician in charge of the Opening Ceremony rings in Sochi was found murdered in his apartment. These are also the same people who tweet “RIP ADAM SANDLER!” every other month.
Just in case you haven’t seen it though, here’s the story:
Justin Bieber simply can’t seem to keep himself out of trouble.
Police were dispatched this morning to respond to an altercation at a Starbucks in West Hollywood involving some familiar faces. A barista at the coffee house was apparently confronted by Bieber when he refused to serve the pop star because he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
“He came in with no shirt on and his pants hanging down and underwear showing and tried to order a caramel apple machiatto.”, said Joey Goldsmith, the Starbucks barista, “I just told him he would have to put a shirt on if he wanted to order.”
That’s when Bieber snapped. According to the police report Bieber started cussing at the barista and threatening to have his bodyguard, “kick his ass”.
Fortunately for Goldsmith, LA Clippers star Blake Griffin had been enjoying a drink at a table when he witnessed the altercation and stepped in.
Witnesses at the scene reported that Griffin tried to calm Bieber but the Biebs wasn’t having any of it. There was more yelling, and some pushing and that’s when Griffin smacked Bieber, knocking him to the floor. “He smacked the shit out of him” said one witness, “then I saw Justin stumble out of the door looking like he was crying.”
Bieber was gone before police arrived at the scene.
So, you’re trying to tell me that in the face of aversion, rather than whining to a ref or dramatically flopping, Blake Griffin grew a pair and went medieval on some wannabe thug’s ass? Bitch, please.
This got me thinking of other crazy celeb interactions though, and a few (unlikely) things that would be totally awesome if they did actually happen. Check out some mock headlines after the jump.
A year or so ago, T-Town garnered some national attention when it preciously inquired about hosting the 2024 Summer Olympics. At the time, I didn’t read or give it much thought because it sounded kind of like one of those bait-and-switch tabloid headlines you see in line at the grocery store. Apparently though, this isn’t just a municipal version of “Angelina Jolie: “I was intimate with a Scientology Alien!” Our officials are giving it some consideration–well, at least enough to form an exploratory committee.
The music gods smiled down upon our sleepy little state in the 90′s and enriched both of our major cities with mainstream, household name caliber successful bands. And you know what? It was a pretty sweet decade. I remember staying up all night making glittery “I LOVE ZAC” signs in preparation to attend Hanson’s homecoming concert at the Mabee center, just as I’m sure Tony and Patrick remember popping C.M.B. in their car’s cassette tape player to set the mood while parking with a hot date. Tick tock, I don’t stop.
Of course though, the question remains:
Who was the strong, more culturally significant, most lasting big Oklahoma band of the 90′s–Color Me Badd or Hanson?
Read our arguments and vote for your favorite after the jump:
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