Fatale Abstraction

WARNING TO MY DAD: Please don't watch this video - I want you to have a happy life. Having seen it myself, my own life is tainted forever. It's not too late for you. Save yourself.

Some other folks have posted their "worst video ever" entries.

I don't know if I'd call The Stroke by Billy Squier the worst, but I will call it cringe-worthy, which, of course, sends me into transports of delight. Is it the way Billy sports his moose knuckle? Is it the skin-crawling lyrics? Is it the groin-centric photography? Maybe it's both three.

What's funny is that now I'm getting the urge to work up a karaoke version of this little gem. Look out, hapless bar patrons: The Stroke is coming to a venue near you. Run for your lives!

In the early 80s, Mom wouldn't allow me to have MTV. I looked up this video last weekend and I have to say that now, 25 years later, I realize she was protecting me. Thanks Mom.

In closing, I have to say in defense of Billy Squier, I love Everybody Wants You.