Wednesday, March 23, 2016

A public service

The Pioneer Press gets to an important question:
Bad songs spew from the radio, infect your ears in stores and dampen evenings at the corner bar. But what elevates a song from merely bad to truly the worst?

The worst songs are like an infection you can’t quite shake. They burrow into a corner of your brain and set up shop, looping idiotic choruses and inane lyrics endlessly through your skull. Sometimes, you don’t even have to hear the song at all, just reading the title will get it stuck in your head on repeat.

In honor of March Madness, we’re launching a contest to find the Worst. Song. Ever.
I'm going to play. They have identified three of the very worst, in my opinion, which are:

"I'd Really Love to See You Tonight," by England Dan and John Ford Coley
"Do Ya Think I'm Sexy," by Rod Stewart
"We Built This City," by Starship

I'll expound on my reasoning later on, but for now, it's time to play.

6 comments:

Gino said...

"Don't worry, be happy" is the.worst.song.ever. along with anything by Sheryl Crow.

Brian said...

Man, the mid-late 90s are such a target-rich environment, and I don't want to Google any artists for fear of getting some of those songs re-stuck in my head. But off the top of my head:

--That "Closing Time" song every crappy bar plays at the end of the night
--Literally any song by Limp Biskit
--"You and Me" by Lifehouse (which, I actually sang at my sister's wedding at her request, which tells you how much I love my sister.)

Mr. D said...

I wasn't really paying attention to the radio in the mid-90s, Brian. I'm deeply grateful for that oversight.

Brian said...

As well you should be.

3john2 said...

I saw there was a bracket, but refused to look for fear of getting (re)infected. I've had a battle to the death lately with a particular song; I don't need it bringing in more friends.

Bike Bubba said...

No nominations from me for the same reason RA cites. But sometimes I'll sit down to half an hour or so of heavy metal to purge the demons--I mean lousy songs--from my mind after I hear them.