When I was a kid my buddies and I would stop in a burger joint and play I Touch Myself as many times as we had quarters and leave.
We would also play Scatman at this little diner we would go for breakfast. The juke selection was in all the booths.
I like to play songs from Star Wars but it turns out the bar can override it. :(
I did that with three Nightwish songs once, a half hour straight of symphonic metal. People were pissed when they couldn’t override my paid-for selections.
Ghost Love Score intensifies
That one and Romanticide made the list, and I think there’s a good chance the last song was The Islander, but this was a decade ago.
My friends and I used to do this with a song by drum and bass dj Goldie. For some reason touch tunes had a set of his that lasted 45 minutes, we would throw that in 3+ times in a row and bounce. Worst part, the beginning and end would bleed together really well so you really couldn’t tell it restarted. So for $4 the bar would have 2+ hours of drum and bass.
Eventually the bartenders caught on and would shut off the touch tune when we would show up.
We can’t accept drum and bass. We need jungle, I’m afraid.
Amol Rajan giving the losing team patronising advice that they might have won if they’d buzzed faster and given the correct answers.
Outstanding. It’s like picking stuff like November Rain and Free Bird to make the most of your money.
In a similar vein, one of my old haunts had a jukey, but the button under the bar to skip tracks was fucked. So, we’d get towards the end of our drinks, put two quid in the jukey, pick two decent songs to give us six or seven minutes to finish our drinks, then queue up a load of Christmas songs… in June.
We’d drink up, fuck off, and sit smugly knowing there was half hour of Mariah Carey & co. which couldn’t be skipped. Good times.
Hey I LOVE Christmas carols! Especially the choiry Catholic ones, they are beautiful. I can listen to that year round, and sing out loud to them year round, and just in general year round!
Hooo-hoOoOoOooo-HoooOoOooo-ho ohoooosiannna in excelcis!
Ding dong! Merrily on hiiiigh…
My college bar at university had The End by the Doors. I’d put it on and then chuck some money in the Soul Edge arcade machine.
A group of my friends used this technique differently. We used this to get rid of assholes. The group of assholes all liked techno for some reason. So when there were too many in the bar, we chipped in for the jukebox and played around 20 metal songs in a row. The assholes were all gone after 15 min when they realized, they’ll be hearing Rammstein for the next 2 hours.
Only 12?
For years, scientists have long wondered, can you make grown men and women weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones’ “It’s Not Unusual”, and the answer is yes, you can, so long as it is preceded by seven “What’s New Pussycat”'s.
As a teenager / young adult, I had never heard (or at least registered) this song. In that timeframe, I once visited my older sister and her husband, who at the time had a pretty large collection of cats.
At one point, I stepped away from the group and, on my return, encountered one of these cats just hanging out around the corner from the gathering area. I said to it “what’s up, pussycat?” just to acknowledge it. Immediately everyone in the main room, from which they could overhear me, responded “whooooa-oh-oh-oh!”
Without the context of knowing that song, it was very confusing and almost alarming.
Brilliant.
Exactly what I was going to post. Classic John Mulaney.
Then lose their mind when it is followed by more repeats of “What’s New Pussycat”.
This is the way.
I read that as 12 straight days
That’d be a helluva lotta money to dump in a jukebox.
Back when the song was super popular, I had a friend catch a ride with another friend on a 4ish hour drive to another city. How You Remind Me the entire ride
3 seconds later the bartender clears the queue and OP wasted $20 to annoy nobody.
I could have drank that money!
The opportunity costs are real
The trick is to play one thing inexplicably awful that the bartender won’t realize is so just by looking at the name.
Like Ram Ranch. Like, sure they’ll probably cancel it after about 20 seconds when they realize what the fuck is going on. But you still got everyone in the bar to hear about gay cowboys for 20 seconds.
My goto is Good Lookin’ - such a generic title and sound that almost nobody recognizes it even if they’ve heard it before. Takes at least a solid minute before someone notices over the bar background noise and complains about it.
As a former bartander / bar manager, we skipped bad plays ALL the time.
I bet. I’ve seen karaoke night, it’s brutal how many shitty renditions of “fuck her gently” and “Bohemian Rhapsody” you have to sit through.
Definitely learned that lesson, but I just wanted to listen to Dillinger Escape Plan in a college bar.
Fuck me I forgot that’s a feature on almost every jukebox! And I just left a comment about doing something similar.
Amateur! REAL cultural vandalism should include The Beatles “Revolution 9”, Lou Reed’s “Metal Music Machine” and/or, of course, the particularly dense bits of Robert Wyatt.
Well… I don’t know if they still have those internet jukeboxes with no manual override like they did in the UK about fifteen years ago, and the phenomenon known as wyatting surfaced.
My go-to is always Cottoneye Joe
Hebe damit da macht mann tscho
Eibi namari dalong taimgo
Wer jumanjo, wer jago
Wer jumanjo, katnaijo
Search your feelings, you know it to be true.
I used to study in a cozy little cafe that was a row of houses turned into business. Next door was a bar that could get a bit rowdy sometimes. They had one of those jukeboxes with an app. I would load up Hotel California every chance I got. I could barely hear the music but I could hear the patrons groan every 30 minutes or so. One day the song option wasn’t there, so I switched to American Pie by Don McLean.
I’m sure they hated me.
I’m now imagining american pie sung by nickelback. Thank you…
American Pie by Don McLean
Radio version or album version?
The one that was like 10m long 😆 I’m assuming that’s the album one.
Me, with a flipper zero: SkipSkipSkipSkip…












