Driving in the car, I'm flipping through radio stations and finding nothing but commercials, so I head over to KCRW 89.9 and hear what I think might be the worst song I have heard. Dare I say, it was worse than both that steaming pile of dung Paris Hilton recently flung at the world and that Hole song about Malibu that sounded like a half-dead seal washed up on the beach. I don't know who did the song, nor do I care to find out. At this point, I hope I never hear it again.
What makes this song so miserable? First, there are the vocals that seem to be lost in a forest looking for a note. "Charmingly off-key" I'm sure someone will soon write. Then there is the piano that insists upon drastically changing tempos every eight bars leaving the vocalist, or shall I say "chanteuse" (again with the things you just know people will say) running after it like a New Yorker trying to chase a cab. Finally, there is the completely unnecessary drum machine, at least I think it's a drum machine, that fails to ever sync up with the melody causing a situation similar to those moments when the television host's voice and lips fail to match.
This is what I hate about radio in Los Angeles. I'm not sure what's worse, commercial stations with their complete lack of musical diversity or (relatively speaking) indie stations that play songs that shouldn't even be worthy of radio airplay just because they aren't mainstream.
Fortunately, after sixty seconds of aural pain, I flipped the preset back to Jack just in time to catch "Edge of Seventeen." Oh, Stevie Nicks, I'm so sorry that I didn't appreciate your work until now.