Champion of dumpy white gay guys who wear glasses everywhere. We can even forgive “Sad Songs Say So Much.” And marrying that woman. And all the Disney stuff. Maybe.
Author: Joe
ELO
When I was 13, ELO was my favorite band. My sister got me their new album for Christmas, and my uncles took me to see them at the Spectrum in Philly. Thirteen was a good year.
Ella Fitzgerald
For someone who is considered the greatest female popular singer of all time, you think you might have a more impressive theme song than “A-Tisket, A-Tasket.” Just saying.
Eighties Hair Metal
Calling Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, and company “metal” is kind of like calling Rhianna a “singer.” You have to stretch your definition really far to make it fit.
Eighties Alt Rock
Because I went to a foofy liberal arts university in the 80s, I should know all these songs by heart. Unfortunately, I was too busy listening to the Go Gos.
Earth, Wind & Fire
How awesome were Earth, Wind, & Fire? Even their obligatory dumb disco song, “Boogie Wonderland,” is awesome. Plus, when they performed it live with the Emotions, there were about 150 people onstage. The 70s rocked.
Eagles
The Eagles are probably my least-favorite band of all time. “Hotel California” is definitely my least favorite song. When they reunited in the 2000s (for the fans, not for the money), they called the album “Hell Freezes Over.” To my ears, a better title would have been “Back in Hell.”
Doo Wop
If you ever want to make yourself really sad, listen to Joni Mitchell’s cover of “Why Do Fools Fall in Love” (awful), then Diana Ross’s (worse), then James Taylor’s version of “Up on a Roof” (deadly dull), then Bruce Willis’s take on “Under the Boardwalk” (at which point, you might want to shoot yourself). Then play the originals, get happy again, and wonder why anyone ever tries to mess with perfection.
Doors
In the early 70s, the Campfire Girls (kind of a Girl Scouts knock-off) had a commercial where they used “Light My Fire” as the theme song. I guess nobody told them that the song wasn’t exactly about toasting marshmallows—unless, you know, “toasting marshmallows” is a metaphor for something else.
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