I came across (not literally) a BBC comments page where people were asked to nominate the worst songs of all time. High on the list were "anything by Celine Dion" or Whitney Houston, but most nominated the oddball one-off songs like Grandad by Clive Dunn or Richard Harris's McArthur Park etc. Instead of what the worst, which song from your past that you thought you REALLY liked now makes you cringe?
For me it's Bridge over Troubled Water.
I distinctly remember thinking Your The Voice by John Farnham was the greatest song of all time.
Yeah, I recall a point in the early 80's where I thought "Living on Video" by Trans-X was really cutting edge and the best song ever!
I saw the video a few months back and it was extremely painful. If you can stomach it, it's here on YouTube:
Living on Video 4:20
Look out for the state of the art Commodore Pet if you do dare watch it and try not to laugh to much at the French-Canadian bird that can't dance and lip-synchs worse than the Thunderbirds.
Gotta love the Da Da Da style Casio VL-Tone sample on the end of that Trans-X track.
Hadn't heard that in 20 years. Immediately searched YouTube for Visage's Fade to Grey to add to my dose of synthpop for the day. Will add Ultravox, Depeche Mode and Yazoo later on.
As for songs I used to love but now can't stand:
You Spin Me Round by Dead or Alive.
It was the 80s, what do you want? [schild=17 fontcolor=C0C0C0 shadowcolor=C0C0C0 shieldshadow=1]boooooooo[/schild]
Look out for the state of the art Commodore Pet if you do dare watch it and try not to laugh to much at the French-Canadian bird that can't dance and lip-synchs worse than the Thunderbirds.
I wanted to cockpunch everybody in that video.
Especially the tweed-wearing robots.
I understand that. They're not even very good robot-impersonators.
I very recently had an extremely intimate, painful and intrusive test done at a hospital (it's the one that all men of a certain age should have eventually. Let's just say it involves stirrups). Just before this was due to happen there was some sort of commotion out in the hallway and the doctor and two of his assistants left me there for a few minutes with one of the local easy listening stations on for company.
The station played Phil Collins (that dreadful sanctimonious dirge about a homeless person), Lionel Ritchie's 'Hello' and Bryan Adams 'Everything I Do I Do For You' (a song to which my reaction has always been - what, even having a dump?).
There was some talking and commercials followed by Kenny Loggins. I cannot tell you how upset and agitated I was by this point. I'm actually serious, all I could think (as I had to stare at the ceiling anyway) was "shut that ##**ing thing off!! Please, please make it stop. Pleeeeease!!"
I actually found it far more painful and upsetting than anything that followed. I was given the all-clear by the way.
That's got to be the combination from hell Lee, especially given the circumstances you were there in sufferance.
The dentist office I go to is a bit like that. They have the Portland Christian rock channel on in almost all of the rooms and there's really no escaping it. Fortunately, once the dentist and the assistants have done their thing, they send you to another room where the hygenist doesn't play anything and just chats.
That's got to be the combination from hell Lee, especially given the circumstances you were there in sufferance.
The dentist office I go to is a bit like that. They have the Portland Christian rock channel on in almost all of the rooms and there's really no escaping it. Fortunately, once the dentist and the assistants have done their thing, they send you to another room where the hygenist doesn't play anything and just chats.
Sounds like Holy Hell :mrgreen: