Five New Rules for Internet Jukeboxes
Used to be you'd have to hit bar after bar until you found just the right jukebox, which promptly became your own personal lair of alcohol consumption. Folks demanded more freedom of choice, however, so many bars have switched over to Internet jukeboxes, where you can download your song of choice on the spot.
But when used improperly, Internet jukeboxes are proof that democracy DOES NOT WORK. So don't just learn the following rules for yourself: Learn them FOR AMERICA.
5. Don't Play the Same Shit They've Been Playing on the Radio for the Past 20 Years
The amount of music at your disposal is, for all intents and purposes, infinite. The only limit is your imagination. So don't be the unimaginitive dingleberry who who cues up "Smells Like Teen Spirit" or "Jump" or "Dream On." If you want to hear those songs, tune in to literally any rock station and they will be played within minutes. But here at the bar? This is your chance to play something you haven't heard in a while, something that may take five or six seconds of creative thought. Don't hurt yourself.
4. Don't Play That One Song Everyone's Listening to Right Now
Remember Autumn of '04? Wasn't "Drop It Like It's Hot" a great song? Yes, it was! Everyone loved that song... but not so much when it cued up for the fifth time in an hour. If there's a song with huge buzz making the rounds all over social media and has turned into its own little cultural meme, don't be the guy who plays it for the umpteenth time and forces a driven-insane bartender to leap across the bar and stab the jukebox with a corkscrew. Someone else will play that song, probably several someone elses. Have restraint. Be the better person. No "Gangnam Style."
3. Play the Real Song
Before you press play, make sure this is the correct version of the song you've chosen. No one wants to hear the extended dance remix that drones on for 12 minutes and worked in some fake orgasm noises. Don't play a lame-ass cover version, either. "When a Man Loves a Woman" is by Percy Sledge, not Michael Bolton, and you'd better make a note of that unless you want to spend the world's most awkward slow-dance avoiding eye contact with someone whose opinion of you just plummeted well past "Never Have Sex With." On the other hand, if everybody's drunk enough and you're feeling charismatic, you could try playing an instrumental version and leading everyone in a singalong. Be warned: that is some expert-level shit.