I found out I can access the local bar's TouchTones from my house and my work. So on random evenings, I'll queue a song list up starting with Photograph (my calling card), then do a list of bizarre songs (Surfin' Bird, it's Not Unusual, a 20+ minute Sufjan Stevens song, Babymetal, etc), then close it out with Photograph again.

I'm going to give the bartender a Pavlovian response to hearing Nickelback

A lad I know was a regular in one of the pubs I used to frequent, which had a jukey that had the CD covers mapped in a 2x2 grid of a catalogue that rotated to show off what was in the box - generally 99 CD's worth, likely a limitation of the input display than any software constraint.

Rather than scroll through the jukey CD's, you could literally ask him a song and he'd give you the two digit CD number, and two digit track number from memory. It was impressive.

Or, you could put two quid in for 12 tracks or whatever, put on two bangers, and the other ten stupidly long November Rain style songs, or Christmas songs in July, by which point you'd have finished your drink and fucked off because the "skip song" control behind the bar had been gubbed for years - leaving your remaining ten songs to go on for hours, or to bring festive cheer to drinkers at half past three on a Monday afternoon in the summer.

Fun times - and very specific to a twenty or thirty year window in time, too.

The world of journalism will truly mourn the loss of Vice's hard-hitting articles such as this

But how about 7 plays of “what’s new pussycat” followed by “it’s not unusual.” https://youtu.be/Pl2Jf7xPOLE

Guess who just got back today? Them wild-eyed boys that had been away Haven't changed, had much to say But man, I still think them cats are crazy They were askin' if you were around How you was, where you could be found I told 'em you were livin' downtown Drivin' all the old men crazy

When I was young, a buddy and I went into a bar we had driven by a bunch of times but never gone into. When we walked in, the redneck-looking guys inside all just stared at us - like very unwelcoming. I went over to the jukebox and put in a few quarters, selected something like "Sweet home Alabama," but then queued up all the very poppy songs that I was surprised to see on the list. Like "Dancing queen" and "Afternoon delight." Then we left.

I hope that they're not here to kill me

That jukebox in the corner blastin' out my favorite song The nights are getting longer, it won't be long Won't be long 'til summer comes Now that the boys are here again

So what was the article actually about

This is deadlock

"Play Freebirrrrd!"

I just have to comment on how I truly hate that song. I can't even express in words why i hate it, but i do, enough to put that out there for you to see.