As excited as I was to watch the NCAA National Championship game last night, (mainly because I knew the team I picked would win… holla Kentucky!) my joy was immediately smushed when The Fray walked out to sing the National Anthem.
If you missed the awfulness, watch here:
First of all, is The Fray still a thing? I mean, I can only remember them from that song on “Grey’s Anatomy” like six years ago.
Second of all, seriously? Seriously? I understand, you’re The Fray and you’re above it all and cool and whatever, but it’s the National Anthem. Ditch the scoop neck tees and neck chains, put a smile on, and actually look like you give a crap about it! And what was with the drum guy? Really? You’re thatcool
Insert eye roll here.
dude? How heavy is your little drum you bought straight off the rack from Urban Outfitters and a tambourine that you can’t even stand up straight or lift your arm up for a minute and a half? I played bass drum in parades in high school. I know your little toy isn’t that hard to use, buddy, stop looking like you’re god’s gift to women because you’re the drummer of The Fray.
I understand that I’m old school. I like a nice, solid anthem from a pretty pop star without warbly, gutteral voice junk. But this was almost intolerable. Come on “rock stars” (notice how I put rock stars in quotes because The Fray are not rock stars, they’re stupid), you can stop acting like you’re the most important person on earth for two minutes to sing a song that’s much older and much cooler than you.