OK, I’m an old guy, but I can take almost any music – country, rap, grunge, punk, whatever. But I can’t change the station soon enough when that old non-band Boston starts playing its old non-music.
Ahem? :mad: tap. tap. tap. tap. [repeat] :fingers drumming on table:
Seriously… I’m not too fond of her voice either. Sounds like a barn owl getting strangled.
Dave Barry did a couple columns about this topic, reprinted in “Dave Barry is NOT Making This Up”, but I like to see the updates.
My list -
“Billy, Don’t Be a Hero”
“The Night Chicago Died”
- Anything * by the Bee Gees - my manager at the record store (yes, waaay back when in the early 80s) used to blast the ‘Saturday Night Fever’ soundtrack through the mall until the district manager threatened to fire her.
“Cat’s in the Cradle”
eeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww. There’s a lot more but I’m getting nauseated typing this. Better turn up NPR.
Someone, please, tell me it’s all a cruel joke…
Having never heard the song Macarthur Park, I became curious and downloaded it from Napster.
I’m listening to it as we speak. This seems like the longest song I’ve ever heard. I feel the gorge rising in my throat. Oddly enough, I can’t bring myself to shut it off, I’ve formed a morbid fascination with this atrocity.
Even more frightening, I once mentioned the song to my father after seeing it brought up somewhere as an example of a terrible song. He seemed shocked that it was considered a bad song and expressed his love for it. Egads.
There. It’s over. I must now cleanse myself.
Which version - Richard Harris or Donna Summer?
Neither of which could beat my high school concert band’s ‘attempt’ at playing ‘MacArthur Park’.
Frightening.
Truly frightening.
MacArthur Park was the last 5-minute part of a 28 minute cantata performed by Richard Harris in his LP. That’s probably why you feel it is long.
I made the mistake of listening a Christina Aguilera in its entirely. That was 4 minutes wasted.
And folks, what is wrong with “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”? Are you guys only into depression-inducing songs? Or your idea of a fun song is the one about someone running over his dog with a lawn mower?
I can’t think of the name, but it’s the one where Neil Diamond talks to his chair.
Still popular in elevators, I’m afraid.
For the record, “Macarthur Park” is about a guy dithering because he’s been jilted at the altar. The cake in question is his wedding cake. Written by Jimmy Webb from OKC, like me. It’s okay. I even like “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”.
Let’s get some perspective here. MICHAEL BOLTON. You forgot him, didn’t you? And LESLIE GORE. Another Horseman of the Apocalypse lined up.
Other mistakes of nature:
Richard Marx, “Right Here Waiting For You”: In a fit of bland passion and utter inability to pronounce a vowel besides short i, announces he’ll “take the chintz!”
Mike + Mechanics, “The Living Years”: The last wretched gasp of a boomer’s wimpy belief that his generation-gap argument with his bigoted dad is the fundamental question that has nagged philosophers for centuries. That, and the line “my baby’s newborn tears”. That’s “newborn baby’s tears”, dip. Lousing up your word order does not poetry make.
Zager and Evans, “In the Year 2525”: The first gasp of above.
Don Henley, “The End of the Innocence”: Two words, Moe Notinous. Plus, this sounds like he’s raping a teenaged girl.
Gene Pitney, “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance”: Start with the incidental music from Hong Kong Phooey, shift to an orchestral attempt at a campfire singalong, and terminate with Gene wailing, “He shot LIBERTY Valance! He shot LIBERTY Valance! He was the GREATEST of them all!” Or just terminate. I don’t care.
And, to wrap things up, the awful, awful, AWFUL “Theme from Tammy and the Bachelor”: The old hootie owl hootie-hoos from above… Nothing worse than a grown woman babytalking at you, especially inane, fake baby talk. If you a see a car weaving down the road in OKC, its driver tearing his hair out and screaming “Aah! AAH!!! Damn you, Debbie Reynolds! God damn you and your hootie-hoo, too!”, ignore him. That’s just me. And I’ve taken my meds. You don’t want to see my reaction to hootie-hoo when I miss my meds.
“Higher Love” by Steve Windwood is my most hated song of all time. Luckily the radio stations I listen to don’t play it.
“Low” by Cracker I hated that song when it first came out and they still play on a regular basis years later.
“It’s talks about being stoned, lets play it all the time. he he he”
Let’s get some perspective here. MICHAEL BOLTON. You forgot him, didn’t you? And LESLIE GORE. Another Horseman of the Apocalypse lined up.
I have to agree with you on Mr. Bolton’s choice of tunes (he should’ve stuck with coffee commercials) I do know personally that he is a very nice man and takes care of the people who work for him. That being said, he should have left ‘Dock on the Bay’ Otis Redding must have been rolling in his grave.
“I Am, I Said” - (another one from Dave Barry’s list) - “And no one heard at all/ not even the chair”
‘Paging Mr. Diamond: your Barca-Lounger is holding on Line 2.’
Add to my list:
“Kung-fu Fighting”
“Afternoon Delight”
Anything by Boy George
Problem arises when the driver rules the radio in the car and won’t change the station, even when we are 100 miles from the station and it’s full of static…
I’ve tried putting pieces of cotton in my ears and thinking about baseball, but nothing will drown out the mental noise of these ‘songs’.
Any suggestions?
Arrrgh! I just heard the two I detest:
Gilbert O’Sullivan ‘Alone Again (Naturally)’
Naturally, I switched the station and heard:
‘Wonderful Baby’ with the scratchy guitar strings (sounds like someone is picking and scraping with their nails!). No idea who sang this, but it just grates on my tiny little nerves.
::cleansing breath:: trees, brooks, flowers, feeling much better now.
Is that the most PAINFUL song ever sung? It’s the only one that will force me out of a shop.
ANGELS by Robbie Williams - Overplayed Overplayed OVERPLAYED! (In Britain anyway)
lots of terrible British tenny-pop, such as Because We Want To by Billie, and Ooh Stick You by Daphne and Celeste.
Songs I can’t stand because they’ve been played to death:
“Desert Rose” by Sting
“My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion
“I Will Always Love You” by Whitney Houston
“Stairway to Heaven” by Led Zep
“Aqualung” by Jethro Tull
originally posted by lizard>>>>>>>My personal non-fave is any song where the lead singer screams at the top of his lungs. And also Jars of Clay’s first hit. I think it’s called “Fill Me Up” or something.
if anybody cares it is “flood”
all of these little blonde chicks: christina, jessica, mandy,jewel, brittany, FUCKING GO AWAY, ALREADY!!!
you suck! go play in traffic, already: celine dion, mariah carey,neil diamond, micheal bolton, geddy lee, michael jackson, Whitney, every boy band that walks this earth, Eve 6, sting, blink 182, creed, Nine days, and especially fred durst!
here is a jessics simpleton quote FROM ROLLING STONE “Everybody had to eat around my head so i could take it home.” this cake had a picture of her on it, the wretched wench!she also spreads shit around that she"will remain a virgin until marriage" WHO CARES?!?!?!and do not think that this willl further your career, either!
it makes me physically ill!