Things you like that everyone else seems to hate

Disco.

I’m, first and foremost, a rock fan, (though I definitely also like other genres), was raised on classic, glam, punk and heavy rock, but I never understood the typical hate of rock fans for disco, until I learned about the campaign of some blowhards against it in the late 70s/early 80s that culminated in the infamous Disco Demolition Night. I heard a program about the anti-disco movement on the German web station byte.fm about 10 years ago, and it made the convincing case that it was basically grounded on racism and homophobia.

Anyway, though of course there are as many bad disco songs as there are bad rock songs, I’ve always liked a good disco song. Nile Rodgers is a genius. And why do all those rock fans dislike disco so much while almost all of our heroes (the Stones, Rod Stewart, Kiss, Queen…) did disco songs of their own in the time? Just to cash in, or because they also thought it was cool music?

The question is, do you like it enough to listen to all 17 minutes in one sitting? Because while I don’t really mind the song, a little bit of it goes a long way.

I cannot tell a lie. I sometimes fast forward through the first organ solo, always FF the first half of the guitar solo (during which Erik mistakes his wah-wah pedal for a stairmaster) and sometimes skip the rest of his solo; but once Ron starts the moronic drum solo I crank up the volume and groove, man.

That’s a lot of fast forwarding for something you like so much. Maybe you could find a shortened version - something in the 3 minute range? :wink:

Good question, so I just listened to the whole enchilada and kept track of the time. (I took one for the team. You’re welcome.) Skipping all three of the sections I listed above only shortens the song by a little under four minutes, which leaves my truncated version running for over 13 minutes, which I suspect most normal people would still find excruciating.

Edit to add: ATCO did in fact release a ridiculous single version of the song, running just under three minutes. It consisted of nothing more than the three vocal choruses.

She’s dead, it’s her loud advocates that are truly insufferable.

Many years ago, my wife (then girlfriend) and I met one of her friends and a guy the friend was seeing at an up-scale pool hall where the jukebox charged 3 songs for $1! :astonished: I called up Radar Love, Kashmir and In A Gadda Da Vida - over a half hour of music. No one seemed to mind.

Yum! I love potted meat food product! It’s way too salty and gouty for me, though. I have tried to approximate its signature aroma in a home made low-sodium chicken substitute- apparently it has to do with coriander seed, mace/nutmeg, and garlic. I have come close before- I guess I need to keep trying.

I’m laughing! I was referring to the “radio friendly” version that we have all heard too much. Maybe you can come up with a TC edit? :slight_smile:

Yes, and it also is insufferable.

Knowing why someone is awful may excite compassion for them but it doesn’t make them less awful.

I do like me some Spam, but I’m not alone in that. Or at least, not alone in Hawaii, where it is practically the state dish. But we in Hawaii are largely alone compared with the mainland.

Since no one else has mentioned it yet, I will. I love Vegemite, Marmite, and Cenovis. I love those yeast spreads. In chowders, stews and sauces! On toast and english muffins with butter and elder cheeses! With eggs and on baked potatoes. On Spam and other potted meats! Flavor, flavor, flavor!!!

I tried Vegemite for the first time last week. I thought it wasn’t to my taste, been then I thought, well maybe mixed with soup, or as a felafel dip, or mixed with baked beans…

I was craving some spam so I picked up a can and brought it home and fried up a piece. Blech.

How did I ever like that?

I would like to try vegemite and maybe some octopus, if it’s prepared well.

Octopus varies from rubbery garbage to the most delicious stuff on earth, all depending on freshness and preparation.

I like octopus, but I find it hard to justify eating such an intelligent creature anymore.

Back in his Mexican radio days, Wolfman Jack would often put on Ina Gadda Da Vida at the end of his shift and leave early.

I like gefilte fish. There, I said it.

Those are fightin’ words in Hawaii.

I like it too. But I LOVE home-made gefilte fish. It can hardly be called the same food.

The first time I saw it, it looked like an old turd in a jar of urine. With that in my head, I’ve never tried it.