My brother/business partner is compiling some music for a friend’s wedding. Right now he’s checking the songs before burning them to a CD. This means he has to play them all. Someone already walked into the office with a question while Shania Twain was singing some sickening love song. Now, Barney’s “I Love You” (hey, it’s not *my* wedding!) is playing. This is so entirely gay.
If he doesn’t play some pre-sellout Metallica and Kid Rock to balance this out, I’m going to have to kill him. Softly. Probably to a background melody by Harry Connick, Jr. or Marc Cohn at this rate. It will be a mercy killing. He’ll understand.