YouTube doesn’t charge, but since few things come free in
this world, there’s still a price to pay. The price – as is usually the case
with ‘free’ internet things – is being subjected to the soul-destroying
blatherings of the admen. Let’s face it, there aren’t many good adverts out
there. Most of them are either inherently mindless, or at least aimed in the general
direction of mindless people.
So, off you go to YouTube and select a piece of music that
you’re in the mood to hear. Music, as all non-mindless people know, is capable
of transporting us to an infinite number of alternate dimensions – dimensions to
which we want to be transported – dimensions that are difficult to access any
other way. This is the nearest most of us get to the magical world beyond the
rainbow. And what do we get first as an aperitif? Some overweight, brain dead
bozo rampaging up and down a train like a warthog on speed, trying to find his executive-style
wife so he can give her the latest, multi-chemically-impregnated offering from
junk food f****** heaven! And when the music does eventually get underway,
another advert jumps up on the screen to obscure the accompanying video.
Sad, shameful, hideous.
If we have to have ads, couldn’t they at least try to pick
ones that match the magic?
All of which proves, I suppose, that there aren’t any HSP
types in the advertising business.
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