just some spam before I go--
Blender discusses the 50 worst rock and pop bands in history, with a good deal of snark. While I don't entirely agree with their choices (A list like this without Hootie and the Blowfish seems like a failure in judgement) the snark is exceedingly funny.
10: AIR SUPPLY
The sound of eunuchs sobbing
Disproving the theory that lightning never strikes twice in the same place, Air Supply contained not one but two mewling, lovesick softies whose name was Russell. In the early ’80s, the Australian duo’s gutless ballads — music so remorselessly fey it made Journey sound like Danzig — sent a generation of jilted lovers toppling into depression that was as clinical as the Russells’ music. Mercifully, though, by the end of the decade, the pair had cried themselves to sleep.
Appalling fact: Determined to ruin the festive season, Air Supply once recorded a Christmas album.
Worst CD: The Christmas Album (Arista, 1987)
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10: AIR SUPPLY
The sound of eunuchs sobbing
Disproving the theory that lightning never strikes twice in the same place, Air Supply contained not one but two mewling, lovesick softies whose name was Russell. In the early ’80s, the Australian duo’s gutless ballads — music so remorselessly fey it made Journey sound like Danzig — sent a generation of jilted lovers toppling into depression that was as clinical as the Russells’ music. Mercifully, though, by the end of the decade, the pair had cried themselves to sleep.
Appalling fact: Determined to ruin the festive season, Air Supply once recorded a Christmas album.
Worst CD: The Christmas Album (Arista, 1987)
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(important note: this video was apparently created with no actual irony)
...course, I don't mind Hootie either. Anybody who records the Mailbag song for Tony Kornheiser's old radio show can't be all bad.
If anyone wants me to upload some tracks, lemme know.
. . . and I like "Iris" and "Dust in the Wind." And the Doors.
The sound of eunuchs sobbing
*ksnerk*
There's almost a koan in there . . .
Air Supply is one of my guilty pleasures. Really. I can't even say why, but I sorta *like* the whiny voices and the mewling.
*slinks away*
(Well, yes, of course, but that doesn't excuse them.)
And ragging on Kenny G, Creed, and Yanni is just shooting halibut steaks in the frozen food case.
Go write a novel or something!
Shows what I know ;)
(ducks and runs)
;P
Artless art-rock
Oingo Boingo singer Danny Elfman went on to become one of Hollywood’s most in-demand soundtrack composers. But during his first go-round, he and his movie-director brother led this ostentatiously orchestrated L.A. New Wave group that began its pretentious career, not surprisingly, as a performance-art troupe.
Worst CD Only a Lad (A&M, 1981)
Feh.