Let’s start with the lead singer. I know it’s not nice to pick on dead people, so I will instead pick on whatever douchebag director got Shannon Hoon to dance like that and take his shirt off. It makes him look like a douche too, which, all respect to the departed, he may have been. Certainly it can’t be fun to hang out too long with a guy that far down into an addiction. Or maybe he just liked the way cocaine smells.
Let’s also address the premise of the video. I’m assuming that on some level Blind Melon is to be credited with this poor little girl’s salvation. That’s a bit self-serving, don’t you think? Especially when the lyrics call for rain and bees don’t really go out in the rain. At least I have not seen a bee flying around in the rain, unless it is one of those big ass carpenter bees. Which, by the way, should not be able to fly … only no one told the bees that! ( I have a bounty out on the motivational speaker who came up with that one. Also Margaret Mead.)
So, here is the question that all of this bile and spleen are leading up to: why can’t I stop listening to this song? There is so much good music in the world. A new Springsteen album, Drunken Prayer, a thing from Jon Reid, the list goes on. All I can say, I guess, is that my life is pretty plain.