A title like that and you're still reading? Bless you! I hope I can make it worthwhile.
As a rule, I prefer to share stuff I adore. Rare finds. Unlikely but likable things. Unexpected pleasures. Books that I think deserve a wider readership, for instance, or experiences that I'd like to encourage others to have.
But that basic human urge to share the other side --the irresistible impulse that says, "Jeepers, this stinks! Sniff it!"
Is there a Germanic term for this instinct , like schadenfreude? There ought to be.
It would be generous to imagine that our impulse to share things revolt the senses is like –– as the old phrase has it, trouble shared is trouble halved.
But I don't guess kindness is any part of the underlying motivation. I believe the reason we love sites like cake wrecks and people of Walmart is NOT to reduce the shock one feels. Sharing amplifies that shock but also, like a clever party-goer, scrapes off the offending image or scent onto someone else. Here, look, isn't it awful?!
So when I say the three worst songs in my music history are as follows, I am not simply trying to entertain.
And as a bonus, because back when irreverent reporters waited for results or otherwise idled in the Sports Department of The St. Petersburg Times, the game we played was to pick the line-up for the band that was playing in Hell.
Karen was always on the skins.
5/17/2020 10:38:24 pm
I was astounded to note I agree with your critique of Toto, not just Africa, but pretty much all their work. The rest of your list is spot on. Gary Puckett’s “Young Girl, ...” was a song I liked for the catchy tune but I never really liked the lyrics. Much of 1960s pop had that theme. Phyllis Schafly would approve.
5/24/2020 12:57:12 pm
Thanks Obie! We are in accord musically (see what I did there?).
5/17/2020 10:55:20 pm
Yesssss! More ranting, Amy! You do it soooooo well!
5/24/2020 12:57:29 pm
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5/24/2020 12:58:24 pm
Thanks Lo. We could debate C and T or Carps...it's a toss up. So much actual talent put to such dreadful use!
5/18/2020 12:43:27 pm
I agree with you and could add many more examples to your list . Even though the lyrics drive us crazy , I love recalling the time period during my life and the people I was with when I first heard the song. Right now I can see my mom smiling and singing afternoon delight . 😀
5/24/2020 12:59:25 pm
Thanks for that, Michele. It's all taste and context, and there's nothing like some nostalgia to season these bitter meals...
6/27/2020 10:23:32 pm
When I first saw the title, my first thought was of good "Dreadful Music," ie Reggae!
11/30/2020 01:07:24 pm
Nice one, Stumbling! I admire that non-run-of-the-mill association. Why is it called "run of the mill"? Because a water mill's stream is called a race? Dang it. Now I have to look it up. <pause for clicking> Huh. Has nothing to do with a mill race.
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