Delicious ironing

I’ve only ever heard one song by Nickelback. It’s that When We Stand Together one, that goes “One more depending on a prayer / And we all look away”. Wait, I can YouTube it:

I didn’t know that song was Nickelback and I didn’t know much about them at all, except everyone on the Internet seems to hate them the way they hate Justin Bieber or the Xbox One.

The Internet hates everything.

Or me, apparently. Thanks, Google.

Now, I’m not sure why this is. Because I happen to think this single song of theirs that I have heard – that is to say, 100% of my current Nickelback sample – is pretty cool. It’s got a nice beat to it, a stirring vocal element, and the lyrics have a good message and a lot of heart behind them. It’s basically Beds Are Burning for the 2010s.

Based on this, I may go and listen to some other Nickelback songs.

Now, the thing about my musical tastes is, they seldom run to bands, so much as odd songs. While there are few songs by the Corrs or Nightwish or Real McCoy – yeah you heard me – that I don’t like, it’s more usual that I like this song or that song by an artist, and not really care for a whole bunch of the other stuff they come out with.

As a result, I have a lot of mix CDs and spend a lot of time skipping tracks on the band compilation CDs I play.

So there’s no guarantee I’ll like any other stuff Nickelback has done. Maybe When We Stand Together is an aberration and the rest of their stuff is awful. I’m just saying, based on the only thing I have ever heard out of their collective throats and musical instruments and/or sampling-and-mixing boards, I can’t see any reason for the massive and seething undertone of hatred I get about them.

So why have I called this post “delicious ironing”?

Well, simply because the whole point of the song is that people should unite before it’s too late, that apathy and discord are destroying the world (“No one can divide us / When the light is nearly gone”, it’s practically Whovian) and our only hope is to care about each other and join together in common cause … and the closest we seem to have gotten so far is everybody unifying in hatred of Nickelback.

Hey.

Maybe they can use that.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy. https://hatboy.blog/2013/12/17/metalude-who-are-creepy-and-hatboy/
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