I’ve learned to hate what VH1 has become. All their programming now seems to consist of shows called “The 100 Worst _ Videos of All TIme,” which feature music critics nobody’s ever heard off, standup comedians no one’s ever heard of, and washed-up has-been musicians explaining why all the platinum albums, #1 singles and popular videos of the last 30 years weren’t really any good.
But I did catch a bit of a show about the Worst Sexy Songs of all time. One of the top songs nominated was Billy Squier’s “The Stroke,” which Henry Rollins (I hesitate to call him a washed-up has-been… he’s really more of a never-was) and the unknown standup comics and critics all trashed for dealing with masturbation.
Now, that’s never been one of my favorite songs, and it’s fine with me if people want to laugh at Billy Squier (after that “Rock Me Tonight” video, he’s fair game). But I NEVER thought the song was about masturbation. The lyrics always seemed to me like a satirical look at life in the corporate world. The lyrics DON’T seem to say “play with your weenie.” Rather, they seem to represent advice from a corporate big shot to an aspiring junior exec: “If you want to succeed in business, you have to stroke me, suck up to me, kiss my backside, feed my ego. You have to B.S. me (“spread your ear pollution”) to win my favor and get promoted… and all the while, you have to look for a chance to stab me in the back and steal my position (“work your way right into my place”).”
Anyone agree or disagree? Have I been giving Billy Squier too much credit? Is this a song about spanking the monkey or about insincere flattery and ego stroking in the executive suite?