Don't play "Mony, Mony" - that call response is NSFW.
Or CCR, down on the corner..
Don't play "Mony, Mony" - that call response is NSFW.
Enough? More than enough! The crowds singing this insipid song act as though they're doing something "in," special, and cute when they group chant "so good," etc. At this point, it's just massively boring -- as amazing as my dog doing the High Five for a treat.Enough!
Yes, Please. More than enough already.....Enough!
Nobody wants to hear it. People don’t sing it in bars. People don’t sing it at sports. Bands don’t play it. Make it stop. Now!
That is all.
Fenway...And where did the "so good, so good, so good" come from? Please don't say Fenway.
It's why Line Dancing has become more popular. People do like to feel included and part of a group. Line dancing does that. So do songs that inspire the audience to participate in it. Doesn't change that fact that to the band the song is old, tired and overdone. So, we grit our teeth and keep playing them.But they are. You're just not in that group. I mean, I'm not into it myself but is it hard to see and accept that feeling part of something can be enjoyable?
I get that part. Play what gets a response and will get you invited back. But, "omg why do people do this?!!" seems to answer itself.It's why Line Dancing has become more popular. People do like to feel included and part of a group. Line dancing does that. So do songs that inspire the audience to participate in it. Doesn't change that fact that to the band the song is old, tired and overdone. So, we grit our teeth and keep playing them.
Sweet Caroline? We had a couple venues where the entire kitchen staff would come out just for that song.
See the bottom quote.it's also true that Neil Diamond is a terrific singer, songwriter, and showman. I imagine he's "sold his catalogue" by now, and I hope he got lots of money for it
Maybe I'm pedantic enough to change my handle to "TDPRI John," but it bugs me a little when people say "wedding" and mean "the reception."I got hired many years ago by a dear friend to play it at his wedding. His WEDDING. Like, during the ceremony.
I think most non-musicians (1 and 3 clappers) probably have to be drunk to hit those high notes. The melody to "The Star-Spangled Banner", with its wide vocal range requirements, was originally a drinking song called "To Anacreon in Heaven."'m always a little surprised civilians nail those leaps, especially when drunk
Unless he sold his catalog. See above. If he did sell his catalog, the purchasers are getting a pretty good return on their investment.Neil Diamond has royalty checks coming in big time.
You know, as much as I hate the song, I get it! People are just having fun. I still don't want to hear it. It's not like they are ruining the song. It's plenty lame enough. I guess it's better than replacing it with a tune that is actually a good to great song for people to ruin.So do songs that inspire the audience to participate in it. Doesn't change that fact that to the band the song is old, tired and overdone. So, we grit our teeth and keep playing them.
Sweet Caroline? We had a couple venues where the entire kitchen staff would come out just for that song.
Hang On Sloopy ... Ohioans .. OMG!! heeYou know, as much as I hate the song, I get it! People are just having fun. I still don't want to hear it. It's not like they are ruining the song. It's plenty lame enough. I guess it's better than replacing with a tune that is actually a good to great song for people to ruin.
But yeah, I get the fun of it. It's like when my daughter was young and we'd go to a baseball game and they would do the YMCA song and everyone would get up and spell out YMCA with their arms.
Do you we have any pictures of the girlfriend? That way we can judge if she was worth it…Mid-70s, I had a super hot girlfriend who just loved Neil Diamond. I had to buy, and play, that Hot August Night double album for a whole summer. It almost killed me, but she was worth it…
I was playing as a young drummer in a functions band when it (Sweet Caroline) came out. Determined to compete with the latest fad, the disco, the band leader grabbed every gig by the scruff of the neck and went for it. Pounding his Hammond, he’d be flicking through his pad and yelling the next three numbers at us 16 bars before the one we were playing ended. Twice he yelled ‘Sweet Caroline!’ and I, hearing only ‘Caroline’ stormed off into a Quo number! The look I got on both occasions ensured I listened from tgen on.Enough!
Nobody wants to hear it. People don’t sing it in bars. People don’t sing it at sports. Bands don’t play it. Make it stop. Now!
That is all.