Gold Sounds: Five Songs for the Preds' New Rink



If its yellow, let it mellow.
  • If it's yellow, let it mellow.
Hey look, the Predators did something ... colorful? I'm not entirely sure how I feel about the gold ice now at Bridgestone (it ain't old-time hockey, coach), but whatever. The Preds gotta do something to generate interest in the off season, right? It's not like they have a Stanley Cup to trot out to Shelbyville or fill with Yazoo. But if the Preds' rink is going to get a silly-looking makeover, maybe it's time for the soundtrack to get one as well — sure, we like the current rotation of songs, but do we love it? Do we want some more of it? Probably not; that shit is pretty stale. Here are my suggestions for the Preds' new jock jams.

* What better way to cement Nashville's "It" City status, than bumping Pavement over the P.A. at hockey games? It's thematically appropriate yet obtuse and intellectually detached. And imagine screaming "I keep my address to myself!" at the Wings! It will strike terror in their hearts.

* Just loop the "Boy, count your blessings" line and drop it after every goal — either that or the "this song for all them fuck n****s" part. On second thought, that might not go over too well.

* Obviously, this is just good advice wherever you are, but particularly on the new rink.

* Why this isn't the penalty box anthem? Call me old-fashioned, but there ain't enough thug shit in hockey these days. It's all Euro-dance and child-molesting glam rockers. I will never understand it.

* You saw this coming from a mile away, didn't you?

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