In 1990 Rhino released the first in its 25 Super Hits of the '70s: Have a Nice Day volumes of music from the ‘70s. While there are some rhinestones among the crap, it wouldn’t take much sifting to end up with albums full of contenders for “Worst Song of the '70s,” starting with Vanity Fare’s “Early in the Morning” and Mark Lindsay’s “Arizona,” which followed a half dozen songs from 1969 to make the album slightly less shitty. It ends with The Rockets’ 1979 cover of “Oh Well,” which I understand made Billboard’s Hot 100, but which I never heard and which says something about a song because I listened to far more Top 40 radio than I wanted to.
Other volumes include cannibalism’s greatest hit, The Buoys’ “Timothy,” the Mike Curb Congregation’s “Burning Bridges” (saved from total ignomy by its ironic use in the greatest Clint Eastwood movie that wasn’t a Western), the Five Man Electrical Band’s “Signs,” Lee Michaels’ “Do You Know What I Mean” (if you’ve heard it you’ve heard the entire album), and my own least favorite, Looking Glass’ “Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl).” And we’re not even out of 1972!
And of course there is the perennial vote-getter for “Worst Song of All Time,” Terry Jacks’ “Seasons in the Sun.” Which is sad because it’s not bad in French and sung by a used up Jacques Brel instead of a whiny teenager. (Whadya mean, Jacks was 30 when he recorded it? He sounded half that age.)
In the 1970s American radio was not as splintered as it was later, and though there was a rise in FM non-Top 40 radio, there was still considerable overlap as the hippy stations got taken over by Big Radio. That, and I have a soft spot for the Flock of Haircuts music that infested both AM and FM in the '80s, and the '90s and later are off my radar because it was all crap. I asked my daughter, now 24, if I am unfair to the music of those decades, and she said, “No. It’s all crap.” Instead, I will pretend they never happened and stick by my contention that the 1970s were the worst decade in my life, and that includes the '50s. :eek: