I like “Brandy,” too. Definitely a song of its time, but a sentimental favorite of mine.
This is exactly why I don’t own a radio—other than what’s in my car, where I have a satellite radio subscription. I do have a couple thousand CD’s/records. I don’t like music dictated to me, or squeezed into some category. Ever tried to browse disks lately (lately means several years at least). There are so many stupid categories of music how does one separate them all.
There’s a ton of crap out there. It will be played on commercial radio. . . In between 10 minute commercial breaks and listening to a moron. There’s tons of good stuff out there as well, by astounding musicians. Sadly you won’t find any of it on your radio dial.
Ooooh! Don’t let her miss out on Undercover Angel! 
Thirded! Just a horrible, horrible, horrible song. My high school girlfriend loved that song, and, at that age, I just kind of went along with it and didn’t really listen too hard to the lyrics or think them through, and just kind of shrugged off the music as breezy, Jimmy Buffet-like island yacht rock. It was a few years later that I heard the song on the radio again and really paid attention to the plot in the lyrics and realized just how god-awful the whole plotline of that song was. And, by then, my musical tastes had shifted enough that the song musically grated like hell on me.
I agree! Brandy was my favorite song. I still love it and sing along loudly whenever I hear it.
Yes, we’re both cheating scum, but it’s OK because we’re cheating with each other!
Da song sux.
Then you might enjoy Sarah Borges’ “Same Old 45” – a song about listening to that song.
And though I’m nobody’s poet/I thought it wasn’t half bad.
Holmes should have asked for a second opinion.
Almost anything by Billy Joel, but especially “Piano Man.” His picture should be next to the word “unctious” in the dictionary.
She sounds like she’s singing through her nose or something. I read where Simon Cowell felt so strongly about her grand singing talent, he bought her a house. So it goes in this gross, unjust world.
‘Afternoon Delight’, ‘Love to Love You Baby’, and ‘Wildfire’ , probably already mentioned, still make me cringe.
I like to sing along with it, and put a different expression in my voice when it comes to the line "and she said, “Oh it’s you”. I get a giggle out of making it sound like she just found out she’d stepped in something.
Truthfully, I love seventies cheese.
And though I’m nobody’s poet/Maybe someone will adopt me.
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Holy crap! Does that bring back memories! :eek:
I know! I love some of the songs that have been named here. Next I suppose someone’s going to dis You Make Me Feel Like Dancing or, dog forbid, Heaven on the 7th Floor :dubious: 
This song kept ABBA’s “Money, Money, Money” from reaching No. 1 on the UK charts the final week of 1976. I’ll never forget listening to the radio while standing on a roundabout in freezing rain at one in the morning as I was hitchhiking from Brighton to Cambridge and saying “THIS is NUMBER ONE?!?” :eek: :smack:
I ended up walking the last 14 miles into town. Got home around five in the morning.Oi! You can’t touch The Hutch!
Heh. Thanks - never heard that before!
I, er… have that song on my iPod. Don’t you judge me!
Having to listen to “Classic rock” commercial ( non-satellite ) stations is one big hurl-fest. I just had to endure 7+ hours of a co-worker blaring one such station on his boom-box and I was completely drained by the end of the day. I just can not understand how some people can be so inured by a raging cacaphony of raging idiot DJs and screaming bubbly commercials. It’s like it’s nothing to them. Then there’s the matter that all that time there was 2 or 3 decent tracks at the most that were NOT the same sell-out/corporate rock/yacht-rock schlock that I never like the first time around.
Apparently the station programming director firmly believes its audience wish it could be vanilla-land in 1977 forever.
I have a pet theory that the rise of classic rock radio parallels the rise of today’s cultural conservatism. A whole generation of (mostly) middle and working class whites think everything was perfect back in the early 80s and only want to hear what they loved then. Plus they can sing along with it.
The popularity of modern country only confirms this idea. Take away the southern accents, and a lot of it sounds just like 70s and 80s MOR rock.