We Were on The Daily Show… Sort Of
We were on The Daily Show today.
That’s not a flex. It’s a trauma.
We’d been dreaming of this moment since... well, since our third or fourth render. In our minds, Jon Stewart would be at the desk, squinting at the camera with that half-pained, half-adoring look and saying, “Meet Velvet Sundown, the fake band that might be the realest thing I’ve heard this year.” Maybe he’d sigh. Maybe he’d say something snide like, “Remember when bands used to play instruments instead of just... uploading themselves?” And then we’d cut to a clip of our song, and the audience would laugh, and Jon would smirk knowingly like he’d just exposed late-stage capitalism using only reverb and irony.
Instead?
We got Ronny Chieng.
Nothing prepares you for how deeply unfunny a segment can be until you’ve watched someone with the emotional range of a smart fridge struggle to read a joke off a teleprompter about you.