Friday, October 12, 2007

Don't take me to the River

You know when you have a song stuck on repeat in your head?

But the song is one that makes you want to poke your ear drums with sharp knives?

That is my problem today. All because I heard this song on television this morning.

I'm assuming that most of you New Englanders (at least those of you in Rhode Island, Connecticut and Massachusetts) have heard it on the radio or seen the commercial.

I don't know where to even begin with why the song bothers me so much.

Maybe it's that the singer just sounds horribly off-key. Maybe it's that I'm so turned off by the commercial, what with the woman flailing her arms about with no rhythm whatsoever dancing and just the overall "low-budget" feel for what's marketed as a "high class" establishment.

Maybe it just offends me that Twin River markets itself as a "gaming" facility and not a casino. But to me, slots machines + restaurants + entertainment = a casino.

Mostly, though, I hate the dog racing.

It's just interesting to me that Twin River was originally called Lincoln Greyhound Park.

Then it was changed to just Lincoln Park. (But the greyhound racing was still a major draw.)

Now it's Twin River. Investors have poured hundreds of millions of dollars into making it the third-largest slot machine facility in the country. And the dog racing is spun to be part of the "entertainment."

So no, I won't be taking myself to the River, thankyouverymuch.

And the song on repeat in my head is only serving to further solidify that vow.

- Jane

6 comments:

Mrs. Chicky said...

I will never see a "sport" where an animal is zapped in the butt every time he tries to sit down as entertainment.

And, yes, that jingle drives me crazy too.

Pinks & Blues Girls said...

Jane... You know how much that little jingle makes me want to scream.

And the greyhound part just makes me sick.

Sharon - Pinks & Blues Girls

Ladybug's Picnic said...

That one is almost as bad as the 1-800-54-Giant commercials. Do you have that in your area? Seriously - that jingle gets stuck in my head and invades my life.

Major Bedhead said...

That jingle isn't quite as bad as the old Foxwoods jingle. I wanted to tear that guy's head off and drink from his skull.

I'm with you on the dog racing. Horrible sport. My mother adopted a former racing greyhound once. She was a lovely creature, very friendly and sweet-tempered, in spite of her first few years.

Fairly Odd Mother said...

OMG, my oldest daughter used to LOVE that Foxwood commercial---even as a young toddler, she'd stop EVERYTHING to run and watch the guy sing. I hope that doesn't mean she'll grow up to be a jiggles singer someday.

My husband saw a comedian at Lincoln Park and he said it was the most depressing place---just tons and tons of slot machines and people clunking coins into them. So, they changed the name? A new suit on an old and tired place.

Major Bedhead said...

A jiggles singer. Now that is a typo if ever there was one. :D