I'm posting this primarily to torture my good friend and long-suffering Queen fan, Daniel Nester. As a severely damaged fan of The Kinks, I know what this kind of suffering means. No one respects the Kinks (at least not on what I would consider to be a satisfactory level), and their music is used to promote ugly cars and Jolly Ranchers. If this is an example of what will become their musical legacy, I would just as soon have a closed coffin, frankly.
Having said this, I don't know whether to laugh or cry at this Viagra ad. Unlike the Kinks, who, to paraphrase head Fug Ed Saunders, signed the worst recording contract since Leadbelly's (hence very little or no control and/or royalties), Queen are at least making some money from this. Still, it seems kind of a shame. Maybe if it were Bob Dole leaping and dancing around, it would annihiliate any tragic overtones, rendering this a completely enjoyable spoof.
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