Hi all! This is my first thread! I hope it is not too soon…
The worst and saddest duet I ever heard was at a Paul Simon and Bob Dylan concert (which I already thought was an odd combination). Everything was groovy. And then they sang a duet. “Bridge Over Troubled Water.” Love love the song. But Mr. Simon and Mr. Dylan singing it, together? Double you Tee Eff.
It was the horriblest awfulest thing I have ever heard. It brought tears to my eyes. Bob Dylan had the graciousness to look embarrassed. I mean, to be honest, he does not have any reason to be singing anymore. And of all the songs to pick. I was wondering if that was planned or if they picked it out of a hat for the day.
I also nominate Natalie Cole and her dad Nat. That was just kind of creepy.
I still want to smack Sting for collaborating with Puff Daddy on PD’s monstrosity of a remake of “Every Breath You Take”. Love/remembrance song it ain’t, and I find it annoying that he perpetuated the myth. OTOH, he does make $2000 a day in royalties on that song (according a biographer on IMDB) so I don’t blame him too much.
Since we’re on that guy that keeps changing his name (What is it this week, is he still P. Diddy? I make it a point not to follow pop culture too closely), Jimmy Page should not have been there. Another smacking is deserved there as well.
Round One: Greasy Mullet vs. Lank Ponytail: Julio Iglesias and Willie Nelson doing “To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before”. OK, we know what Willie was smoking, but what the hell was Julio on?
Round Two: The Battle of the Dames, with David Bowie vs. Mick Jagger in “Dancing In The Street”. Dave, you’re a great man in many respects, but why did you have to butcher a Motown classic with that strutting tuneless old cadaver? {Mick, people only want to hear you with the Stones, OK? That’s why nobody buys your shitty solo albums}.
Don’t forget that there’s an awful music video to go with this, which I first saw in a movie theater. The book The 50 Worst Records of All Time tore this one apart.
But my favorite comment was the one my mother-in-law made (when it first came out. My wife reported this to me). Watching the incredibly skinny David Bowie and Mick Jagger slithering around poles and doorways, she observed, “They don’t have an ass between them.”
Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson on “The Girl Is Mine.” It’s so effeminate and so creepy, especially when they’re razzing each other during a spoken part and Michael says “Oh Paul, I’m a lover, not a fighter!”