Loverboy. They’re lyrics are as dumb as the Ramones but they seem completely unaware of their ridiculousness. I have to pull out the Greatest Hits and play “Hot Girls In Love” every once in a while:
“She’s turnin’ on the heat
She’s got the magic touch
She’s turnin’ on the heat
Ooooh, and it’s a little too much
She’s turnin’ on the heat
It’s a hundred above
Hot girls in love”
My favorite Loverboy moment remains a clip I saw on some “Where are they now?” show where a seriously porked-out Mike Reno took a second from the state fair circuit to claim “Nirvana basically ruined my career.”
Neat trick, that. Ruining your career by their most rudimentary existence apparently, since your last Top 40 hit was in 1987.
The first thing that comes to my mind is Radiohead, although there’s not really any camp there. Basically, what I’ve recently come to realize is that I’d really like Radiohead if they were an instrumental band like Godspeed You! Black Emperor or something, because it turns out that what I really hate is Thom Yorke’s voice.
Joplin very nearly made the choice for my clip to kick off this post. Beside “Piece of My Heart”, which I’ve always liked for half-funny reasons, I couldn’t stand her for years. Then I saw some bio on her, started to respect her, and today I’m kind of fascinated by her. Her personaility and spirit outweigh her musical limiations more than I ever knew way back when.
At least Joplin and Radiohead aren’t that embarrassing to confess about. Loverboy’s a little worse.
Okay, so, listen. I know they suck, and I bought the CD because I know it and wanted to laugh about it a bit, and the CD was cheap, and I remembered the songs from high school. But I like hearing a few Poco tunes now and then. And I mean the later ones, not the early country rock ones with some small cred, but the later slick pop trash ones without any cred at all.
There, I’ve said it. Now maybe I can rest more easily.
Drivin’ thru the hall, straight ahead to the stage
The music’s growin’ high upon our lover’s cage
She’s rockin’ me and I’m rollin’ her
People peepin’ thru the windows, I don’t care
From “Tokyo Nights”:
Last night when I was laying in my bed
Had a dream of a flag in white & red
Swiss cross turned into the japan dot
A yellow girl appeared and made me hot
And from the chorus to Krokus’ ode to the power of tender, sweet love-making, “Heatstrokes”:
Mod — I don’t understand your question. I was introduced to Krokus’ “Metal Rendezvous” LP in 1981, a year after it ccame out, if that makes me any more credible.
… and we all thought the album was completely ridiculous. Now I enjoy the campy, over-the-top, bad-Swinglish, single-entendre, pointy guitar-ness of it all.
You have understood my question, Hrrundi. I just wanted to make sure that you hated the band first. Your cred was never in question; rather, I was trying to ensure that you were following the theme Mwall had suggested. Thanks.
Not a whole band, but a song: for years I hated The Cyrkle’s “Red Rubber Ball”. Dating back to middle school years, I believe, Andyr and I used to have long debates over the song’s merits or lack thereof. He was a big supporter of the song. I don’t know why or when, exactly, but after about 10 years of this debate we suddenly switched sides. I ended up liking it a lot, and Andyr now disliked it. Probably for the same, opposite reasons each of us held our initial points of view. Deep down I still can feel why I used to hate the song, but now all the effort the band puts forth in overcoming the song’s shortcomings are somehow heroic.
Hey Mod, you do know that Paul Simon wrote Red Rubber Ball, right? That, in and of itself, makes me appreciate it since he managed to avoid his post-graduate tendencies. He wouldn’t accomplish that feat agin until “Me and Julio”.
I do know that, Geo. Years ago that probably worked against the song’s favor, because I was never too crazy about Simon and Garfunkle. Then, as I realized that I liked Simon solo a lot better it probably helped.
Loverboy. They’re lyrics are as dumb as the Ramones but they seem completely unaware of their ridiculousness. I have to pull out the Greatest Hits and play “Hot Girls In Love” every once in a while:
“She’s turnin’ on the heat
She’s got the magic touch
She’s turnin’ on the heat
Ooooh, and it’s a little too much
She’s turnin’ on the heat
It’s a hundred above
Hot girls in love”
They make the Archies seem heavy in comparison.
My favorite Loverboy moment remains a clip I saw on some “Where are they now?” show where a seriously porked-out Mike Reno took a second from the state fair circuit to claim “Nirvana basically ruined my career.”
Neat trick, that. Ruining your career by their most rudimentary existence apparently, since your last Top 40 hit was in 1987.
The first thing that comes to my mind is Radiohead, although there’s not really any camp there. Basically, what I’ve recently come to realize is that I’d really like Radiohead if they were an instrumental band like Godspeed You! Black Emperor or something, because it turns out that what I really hate is Thom Yorke’s voice.
Foreigner.
Janis Joplin.
wait…
hold on…
nope, still hate her.
Joplin very nearly made the choice for my clip to kick off this post. Beside “Piece of My Heart”, which I’ve always liked for half-funny reasons, I couldn’t stand her for years. Then I saw some bio on her, started to respect her, and today I’m kind of fascinated by her. Her personaility and spirit outweigh her musical limiations more than I ever knew way back when.
At least Joplin and Radiohead aren’t that embarrassing to confess about. Loverboy’s a little worse.
Okay, so, listen. I know they suck, and I bought the CD because I know it and wanted to laugh about it a bit, and the CD was cheap, and I remembered the songs from high school. But I like hearing a few Poco tunes now and then. And I mean the later ones, not the early country rock ones with some small cred, but the later slick pop trash ones without any cred at all.
There, I’ve said it. Now maybe I can rest more easily.
KROKUS!
From “Back Seat Rock and Roll”:
Drivin’ thru the hall, straight ahead to the stage
The music’s growin’ high upon our lover’s cage
She’s rockin’ me and I’m rollin’ her
People peepin’ thru the windows, I don’t care
From “Tokyo Nights”:
Last night when I was laying in my bed
Had a dream of a flag in white & red
Swiss cross turned into the japan dot
A yellow girl appeared and made me hot
And from the chorus to Krokus’ ode to the power of tender, sweet love-making, “Heatstrokes”:
Heatstrokes!
Fire! Burning! Smoke!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgxiPhZF5BA&feature=related
Hrrundi, did you ever know Krokus first so that you could hate them for years before beginning to like them?
Mod — I don’t understand your question. I was introduced to Krokus’ “Metal Rendezvous” LP in 1981, a year after it ccame out, if that makes me any more credible.
… and we all thought the album was completely ridiculous. Now I enjoy the campy, over-the-top, bad-Swinglish, single-entendre, pointy guitar-ness of it all.
You have understood my question, Hrrundi. I just wanted to make sure that you hated the band first. Your cred was never in question; rather, I was trying to ensure that you were following the theme Mwall had suggested. Thanks.
Not a whole band, but a song: for years I hated The Cyrkle’s “Red Rubber Ball”. Dating back to middle school years, I believe, Andyr and I used to have long debates over the song’s merits or lack thereof. He was a big supporter of the song. I don’t know why or when, exactly, but after about 10 years of this debate we suddenly switched sides. I ended up liking it a lot, and Andyr now disliked it. Probably for the same, opposite reasons each of us held our initial points of view. Deep down I still can feel why I used to hate the song, but now all the effort the band puts forth in overcoming the song’s shortcomings are somehow heroic.
Hey Mod, you do know that Paul Simon wrote Red Rubber Ball, right? That, in and of itself, makes me appreciate it since he managed to avoid his post-graduate tendencies. He wouldn’t accomplish that feat agin until “Me and Julio”.
I do know that, Geo. Years ago that probably worked against the song’s favor, because I was never too crazy about Simon and Garfunkle. Then, as I realized that I liked Simon solo a lot better it probably helped.