I Blame You For This, James Brotheridge

Okay, this hardly ever happens but once in a while, a music writer forgets that readers — also called “normal people”— don’t know all the obscure lore they do, and therefore won’t understand their clever jokes and references.

So once in a while, their editors have to look up something a music writer wrote that seems to make no sense, since the editor doesn’t want readers tossing Prairie Dog across the room in frustration.

This happened today. One of our esteemed writers — I won’t embarrass James by naming him — mentioned a “Florida Georgia Line’s Cruise”. Huh? What’s that? Never heard of it.

So I Googled “Florida Georgia Line’s Cruise”. Turns out Florida Georgia Line is a band and “Cruise” is one of their songs.

Since I had to watch this (well, I made it through the first third of it) I think you should have to, too.

“And this brand new Chevy with a lift kit /Would look a hell of a lot better with you up in it.” UGH.

Author: Stephen Whitworth

Prairie Dog editor Stephen Whitworth was carried to Regina in a swarm of bees. He's been with Prairie Dog since May 1999 and will die at his keyboard before admitting his career a terrible, terrible mistake.

11 thoughts on “I Blame You For This, James Brotheridge”

  1. Welcome to my liiife.

    Also: I hate to even defend this, but this was actually kind of a radio hit, which is the sole sad reason that I know about it at all. James really took a liking to how much I hated it.

  2. 11 seconds. That’s the best I could do.

    And James: song titles should be enclosed in quotation marks (e.g. Florida Georgia Line’s “Cruise”), while album titles should be italicized (e.g. Florida Georgia Line’s It’z Just What We Do).

  3. Brad: James actually did put “Cruise” in quotation marks. I took them out to avoid the clutter of multiple quotation marks. Also to make James look bad.

  4. I am shocked and amazed by the predjudicial tone of these remarks (not including the punctuational ones). This is a fun song, with a fun tune that is the Harlequin Romance novel of the music industry. Pop, rock and country all have songs like this…no deep, emotion laden revelations about life and love, no need to think about it or ponder its relevance…just good ole’ down home music you can “dance to”.

    I liked Nellie’s version best.

    Master Whitworth may take his urban elitist snobbery and place it, with some force, where the sun doesn’t shine. (insert smiley face here)

  5. Wait a minute. I quite enjoy where Master Whitworth often inserts his urban elitist snobbery. Usually, it helps shine the light where no such light has previously shone. And, for that he gets a giant pat on the back (and maybe one on the butt, since we’re speaking of Harlequin romance novels) from me. But, in this case, with his baseless and dehumanizing attack on the country music industry, and the FUn it generates (yes, that would be FUn with a capital F and a capital U, by the way) — I would offer any and all assistance required to “insert a smiley face” where it best belongs on Master Whitworth. Do we have to send Miley Cyrus’ daddy after you, to instill the value of country music in your achy, breaky heart, Master Whitworth?!

  6. FOR THE RECORD: I like LOTS of country music. I also like fun and I will usually tolerate (and possibly enjoy) pats on the butt.

    This horrible video still puts me into anaphylactic shock.

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