Worst songs of the 70s

Yeah, that’s basically how I feel about the music I listened to in my teenage years. It’s good, but what’s out there that builds on it, what takes the same or similar idea even further? I want the same high, but amped up with everything that has been discovered since then.

Fortunately, few of my fixations from back then have ended in dead ends or cul-de-sacs. And in the cases where they do, I can always decide to work backwards in time to the things that generated them. Those inevitably lead to similar parents, but that’s not too bad.

When I was in high school I knew the popular tunes and videos but was pretty ignorant about many genres of music. Fortunately, in university I had lots of music-loving friends (one who had his collection of cassettes insured for $5000!) who schooled me on the basics of jazz, reggae and classical plus a lot of pop, rock, blues, early hip hop and techno, metal and experimental stuff from previous decades. I pretty much schooled myself on country, grunge, Britpop, rap, world music and various types of dance music - much of which I did not initially like that much, but then did.

Well, to get back to worst songs, 1970 brought us our first (and I believe last) taste of cannibal rock with “Timothy” THE BUOYS "Timothy" HQ - YouTube

I have a soft spot in my heart (or my head, maybe) for the majority of the songs mentioned. The few remaining I’ve either never heard, or hated them even back then (MacArthur Park and Fly, Robin Fly, I plug my ears in your general direction.

My contribution will not be popular around here: pretty much any Carpenters song. The first one that comes to mind is Top of the World.Oy vey, what schlock, made schlockier by Karen’s overenunciation. I know many think she has one of the finest voices ever; that may be true in a technical ability sense but the sound of it makes my lip curl.

Nostalgia’s a powerful substance…

Even with a horrible song like “Julie, Julie, Julie, Do Ya Love Me?”. Hated it at the time, but if I hear it now, I remember eight of us packed into a convertible VW bug, singing along with Bobby Sherman on the only AM station that car could get. And reading gas station signs because we’re almost out of gas, but the driver won’t stop unless it’s “Twenty-nine nine or less!!!”

All right, tell me: Who was the bastard who shared my playlist? :angry:

I’m not even going to talk to you disco haters. What the hell, it’s dance music to which you go and meet people to fuck. And we don’t like that? :stuck_out_tongue:

And Rivkah, you’re only out of my crosshairs because you managed to pick the ONE Karen Carpenter hit which did the absolutely worst job of highlighting her talents.

As noted in the Carpenter link, taste is a funny thing and there’s no accounting for it - as we see here, many of these songs have their detractors and fans, as it should be.

But you Silly Love Songs haters, while I can understand not liking the song, rock and roll’s absolute, all-time, number one “Fuck You” song doesn’t need to be on any list with the word “worst” in the title… unless it’s “worst burns delivered by song” or something. I mean, the original sin was so minor, but Paul’s response?

He went scorched earth.

John makes another catty remark about Paul’s music. The comment is not original, surely not the first time John had said it nor the first time Paul heard it, but this time, Paul gets pissed. And his response is nuclear, one of the biggest bombs dropped in music history, a MOAB of musical “fuck you’s”, blasted out with all the power the 1976 music industry, and one of its top players, had to offer:

  1. He first writes a song which speaks directly to the two complaints John has about his music: sappy love songs written by a guy who pumps them out like a machine. Paul introduces his ‘fuck you’ with literal machinery noises, then goes for 6 minutes about how some people don’t like ‘silly love songs’, his bass playing some of the best in his career and making up about 24% of the songs appeal.
  2. The song goes to #1 in America and hangs around forever, it’s that fucking contagious. (Remember, Paul is pissed - he’s not going to “My Love” his response).
  3. It becomes the biggest hit of America’s Bicentennial Year
  4. Paul tours America, with Silly Love Songs highlighting the tour. He then releases the first triple-album to hit #1 on the Billboard Album charts, Wings Over America. Take a guess which song was used to promote it?
  5. Paul’s F You to John was voted by Billboard as the #40 song all-time on their latest list. John was #68 (“Starting Over”).

And to cap it off:

  1. The song did nothing in Britain. But this didn’t matter to Paul, for John was literally trapped in the United States, a man who… had he lived a normal life… would not have been able to escape his ex bandmate chirpily singing ‘screw you’ on a daily basis for about 8 months.

Absolutely amazing stuff.

All right, enough on that…

Lastly… guys and gals… good job on not bagging on Philly Soul or funk. I get that the Spinners and the O’Jays and much of Gamble and Huff are disco precursors (and Disco originated as a Philly movement, not a NYC one, but this isn’t the thread), but I’m reading the above and… other than some of the disco… I’m not seeing a lot of soul/funk music bashing, i.e., the music which would be played on Soul Train. Congratulations!

I was in that camp when I was 15. I grew out of that nonsense.

Written by Rupert Holmes, the guy who wrote “Escape (The Pina Colada Song)”.

Great song in a great scene from an outstanding show. I think we had a thread about Derry Girls but I don’t recall if anyone asked (or volunteered) if this scene rings true. That looks like fun!

I couldn’t be intimate with someone that liked disco. It’s antithetical to my very being.

Here’s a lesson: women are like a hit song - there’s always another one coming along. And they aren’t all disco songs. :slight_smile:

I dunno. For me, Donna Summer’s/Gorgio Morodor’s “I Feel Love” is like one of the greatest songs ever. It still sounds fresh to my ears today (I didn’t live through the disco era, really. Born in '75 so have some vague memories of it, but, man, bands like Chic and those great Bernard Edwards bass lines. All classic stuff. Unimpeachable.)

It’s truly a fantastic piece of music, one of the milestones of early EDM.

Trippy semi-coincidence. I just called that one up on YouTube yesterday as I hadn’t heard it in awhile. It’s an absolute brilliant piece of music and I’d even arguer that Donna Summer herself was the less important part of it (though still necessary to the whole).

Someone asked for bad disco? I gotcha covered right here!

Also comes with a founding nomination for the worst band name of the 70s: Disco-Tex and the Sex-O-Lettes

I mean… when Cris from the Southside tells me on our first that salsa music makes her feel very sexy, and then 2 days later she calls me up and says ‘my brothers salsa band has a gig at The Lonely Cowgirl, want to come with me’… I’m supposed to say ‘no’? Even if I don’t like salsa?

I mean… look at her! She’s smart! She’s beautiful! The music makes her engine go!! Why would I care if the music which makes her horny is music I don’t care for? I mean… damn, she wants to share her ‘gets me horny’ music … with me! I’ll even go to an AC/DC concert under those conditions. :wink:

Fuck, conversely, how many women am I going to have to date before I find the lass who swoons over Bach’s Passacaglia and Fugue in C-minor like I do?

On the other hand, people who were into disco dance moves and loved sporting fashions* like drastically open-necked tops to display their dangling coke spoon jewelry, flared-leg pants and platform shoes apparently had a whale of a time, though present-day nostalgia seem rather muted.

*whether or not they had the bodies to get away with it, usually not.
**ELO’s Last Train To London which I heard a snatch of today, is classified by Wikipedia as disco and progressive rock. I vote disco.

I was the first in this thread to nominate *Silly Love Songs- and…CONGRATULATIONS!!! In the 22 years I’ve been posting to this board, you are the FIRST person to ever change my mind. Well done!

Hehehe, there was a girl I’d been dating for a few weeks in college, and I happened upon her Jimmy Buffett tape. I kind of chucked and said something like “You like Jimmy Buffett? How cute, I can’t stand him.” She literally responded with “Well, it’s always fucking something, now isn’t it?”

That relationship didn’t last much longer. I’d crossed the line.

You should have given her more latitude then there wouldn’t been a change of attitude.