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I Have Become Rob, Dick & Barry

"How can it be bullshit to state an opinion?"
John Cusack as Rob Gordon in High Fidelity

"He offended me with his horrible taste!"
An exasperated Jack Black as Barry in High Fidelity when a middle-aged man dares to ask him for "I Just Called to Say I Love You" by Stevie Wonder

"It's the new Belle & Sebastion....do you like it?"
Todd Louiso as Dick......just being Dick in High Fidelity

One has to endure to some really shitty music in order to listen to Bob and Sheri in the morning. And you must know how much I LOVE Bob and Sheri to put up with hearing crap like this in between their bits. I give you It Will Rain by Bruno Mars.

If you ever leave me, baby, Leave some morphine at my door Cause it would take a whole lot of medication To realize what we used to have, We don't have it anymore.

There's no religion that could save me No matter how long my knees are on the floor, oh So keep in mind all the sacrifices I'm making To keep you by my side And keep you from walking out the door.

Cause there'll be no sunlight if I lose you, baby There'll be no clear skies if I lose you, baby Just like the clouds, my eyes will do the same if you walk away Everyday, it will rain, rain, rain

I'll never be your mother's favorite ah ,Your daddy can't even look me in the eye Oooh if I were in their shoes, I'd be doing the same thing Saying there goes my little girl walking with that troublesome guy

But they're just afraid of something they can't understand Oooh well little darling watch me change their minds Yeah for you I'll try, I'll try, I'll try, I'll try I'll pick up these broken pieces 'til I'm bleeding If that'll make it right

Cause there'll be no sunlight if I lose you, baby There'll be no clear skies if I lose you, baby Just like the clouds, my eyes will do the same if you walk away Everyday, it will rain, rain, rain

Ooooh Don't just say goodbye, don't just say, goodbye I'll pick up these broken pieces 'til I'm bleeding If that'll make it right

Cause there'll be no sunlight if I lose you, baby There'll be no clear skies if I lose you, baby Just like the clouds, my eyes will do the same if you walk away Everyday, it will rain, rain, rain, rain...

Now with this, gentle readers, I must ask the following questions:

I saw Bruno Mars on the Grammy Awards and yes, he can dance like James Brown. But with his whiny plaintive voice on this tune, who is this possibly popular with other than teenage girls and pathetic emo boys?

Whoever wrote this song, either Bruno Mars or some other pathetic writer of the Tin Pan Alley of today's crappy pop, how could they ever expect the girl to take them back after this sad display of no-balls-I'll-die-if-you-leave anthem? I mean, sheesh, at least Prince had some funk would he proclaimed "I Would Die 4 U"!

How can anyone, kid or adult, be inspired when this is the music coming out of the box today? If there was ever a time to dig deep beyond terrestrial radio, this is it.

And if you like this song and other crapbag examples like it, please don't leave your snarky comments here. Find another blog.....you straight up don't belong here.

And I feel that's a quote even Rob Gordon would say......
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