Poison - I Want Action. I loved this band when I was ten-eleven years old! There is some “hair metal” that I would defend as having aged pretty well, but Poison is not among that group - this band was just not very talented.
I couldn’t make out the lyrics too good on my cheap little radio/cassette player (or understand them too well even when I could) but the cringe factor is especially high on this song now for the line"If I can’t have her, I’ll take her and make her".
My contribution is Cohen’s Hallelujah. Great the first two or three times I heard it, but it has become the go-to tear-jerker cover ballad for every singing act. There’s a dead horse named “Imagine” that is looking up wondering why the kicking has stopped.
I used to be the biggest Aerosmith fan and I initially began loving them because of “Dream On.” But seeing as how my husband never heard a classic rock song he couldn’t play into the ground, I also began hating the snot out of it too.
As a pimply suburban guitar noob, I thought the Motor City Madman was bitchin :rolleyes: with this as a classic reason why. Nice groove.
My first change of heart came a year or so later, when I got turned on to British blues, followed by original U.S. blues, and more original rock n’ roll and rockabilly. I heard the superficiality in his playing vs the others, I guess. In his pool, I’d rather hear Joe Walsh or Ronnie Montrose.
After that, his persona and politics haven’t done him any favors. Twit.
Haven’t listened to it in, hmm, 15-20 years, except to check the YouTube link just now. Don’t miss it.
Journey’s Don’t Stop Believin’. I’ve never seen the Sopranos but in my mind Tony was shot for playing it on the jukebox. Actually most Journey songs get on my nerves (which is something I never thought I’d say, considering how much I loved them back in the day) but DSB really needs to be cremated and scattered over San Francisco Bay.
WordMan, don’t feel bad. It took millions of us years to realize how lame Ted Nugent was. To be honest, I still waver on whether Stranglehold is worth it every time I listen to it. Even if you accept that he’s able to pull off a decent lead occasionally, he’s the Donald Trump of guitar knowledge. If it comes out his mouth: it’s wrong, even if he doesn’t know it’s a lie.
It’s honestly painful to admit this. At one point in my AM transistor radio bought at a church garage sale life, I would listen to More Than I Can Say by Leo Sayer every time it hit on the rotation, and sing along with the lyrics. Now I think he’s just trying to out-suck post-Beatles McCartney. I can’t even finish listening to it. It just progressively fills me with more feeling of decay, then I must stop because it feels like my eyeballs are going to melt out of their sockets.