Along about 1985, I worked in an office where the boss lady always listened to a born-to-be-mild light pop/light jazz station, so I sat there like a veal being force-fed the most horrific offerings of the day. It was HELL, I tell you. I even reached the point where I noticed that after Whitney Houston's came something by El Debarge and then they threw in some Eddie Money with Ronnie Spector just to break it up. Yeah, they played crap in blocks in the same order every time. No hour passed without some Michael Jackson. *ugh*
Some of that garbage still haunts me to this day, but the absolute worst is the song below. I woke up with a Gogol Bordello song in my head, but it morphed into this mess, and now I can't shake it, and I have to share the madness.
Anyway, never saw the video before, and I must say the earnest face singing from under a hard-hat is a cheesy delight! Then there's all the insecure, under-energized dancing. Hmm, maybe I've underestimated this thing all along?
Yup, 20-some years later, it's still as skin-crawlingly bad as I remember. What's really tragic is that I literally haven't heard this song since I left that office at the end of '85. Yup. Still shitty. Make it go away, please? *whimper*
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It really irritates the shit out of me when a radio station claims to play jazz and they play shit like this. And Sade. The "jazz" station in Houston plays that crap. That's why I load my MP3 up with what I want and plug it into my skull. That and Mrs Myron doesn't have the same musical taste as I.
ahh the 80s. One of the worst music decades ever.
I was blissfully unaware of that song until visiting your blog today. I should have taken your word and let it be...
I have to tell ya...never heard that song before, and don't know the band, either!
Don't particularly want to know...
You can gripe all you want but I know that what's really bugging you is that you want one of those jumpsuits!
LOL - They're really Spielbergen' it!! What no Robo-Grammy?
Ok, I get it - now I REALLY know what happened to the Old Negro Space Program....
I'll get you back for this... A
Weren't those the guys that had the one hit "Oh Sheila". and then subjected us to the rest of their albums?
For 6 years I went out with a guy who was 12 years younger than me. When he asked me to marry him I said no and broke it off. Everything thought it was fear of marriage. No, it was constant music like this on his car stereo.
I had a coworker in my old office that played her music LOUD. . didn't seem to mind that none of wanted to listen to it. The worst was Friday, Irish folk day. Now I can almost tolerate the occassional good quality Celtic music, but she played some god awful local Irish bar band that sounded like cats being tortured by fiddles. Over and Over again. (what do you do with a drunken sailor" was their big hit with the locals)
I'm Scottish. I was just about ready to paint my face blue and go over there and smash her silly CD player to bits, when thank God my promotion and transfer came through.
myron - thank goodness for Mp3s, eh?
hammer - some of it was not so bad
leazwell - you'll take my word next time
christina - trust me, it's vile.
liz - ah, my secret is out!
dirtcrashr - there's clearly no justice in the world
dirtcrash - uh mah gah! That was amazing. LOVED it.
no, wait, sis, I was paying you back for something else...
skywriter - the very ones, honey. I'm thinking that was a good call - I just don't get how people are content to listen to that. How can someone be pleased with that? Then again, I'm digging on sweaty dirty Gypsies. Oh well.
Ouch. That's bad.
Oh damn. What was it, KVIL? Yea, somebody drive a stake through the heart of that one.
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