You all know what a nice, uncritical guy I usually am
...and I hate to have fun at anyone else's expense. However, I love watching those soft rock infomercials, like the current one featuring Air Supply. My favorite part is when they say things like "Wow: what great memories" while their tone says "Wow: I can't believe mounting debts have reduced me to doing an infomercial where I fawn over second-rate acts like 10CC."
Between laughs I noticed "I Wanna Make It With You" by Bread, which is from before my time. Nowadays we have lyrics like
All my life I been looking for something, something never comes, never leads to nothing. Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close: closer to the prize at the end of the rope.
Nothing against the Foo Fighters (or whoever did that - it may have been a knockoff band for all I know or care), but lyrics like that make me hope that they're just nonsense, and I think the odds are good that they are.
Back in the day, Bread sang If you're wondering what this song is leading to, I wanna make it with you.
That is probably the most sincere pop song ever. It is perhaps the opposite of "Solitary Man" (the lyrics of which are equally easy to understand, but exceedingly insincere).
I've had it up to here being where love's a small world. Part-time thing, paper ring. I know it's been done, Having one girl who'll love me, right or wrong, weak or strong. Don't know that I will, but until I can find me a girl who'll stay and won't play games behind me, I'll be what I am: a solitary man.
It's like Neil Diamond sat down and thought: "I want to get laid. What do young, impressionable girls like? They like strong, solitary men - wanderers who are always searching. And they always want to believe that they're good inside, just searching for the right girl, that they really want true love. Now I'll write that down with catchy rhymes, and I'll never be alone another night in my life."
At least Bread was honest. Unless there were any naive girls who didn't know what "make it" meant.
Getting back to the infomercial, it's a little unsettling to realize that I like some of these groups. Toto, Frampton, even the Cars made it onto the soft rock compilation. Then again, "Drive" was a shoo-in. On a serious note, it's too bad Ben Orr is remembered for being the guy whose vocals made the Cars sound like just another soft rock band.
Some woman who, I suppose, was famous for something or other (or maybe not), said Air Supply had so many great songs, and she had all of their albums. The singer (I just googled it) Russell Hitchcock glares daggers at her. "Thanks, Angela." Drop dead. ROTFLUGKLEHBTYOSQOL!
The compilation I want to see is all of Chipotle's ads on one CD, with a bonus DVD: "El Haciendo de los Cantos de los Burritos"
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