Sunday, April 22, 2012
My Top Ten Worst Songs of the 70s by Margaret Lesh
As a child of the Seventies, growing up with a patient father of five, a massive white Cadillac, one car radio, few FM stations, and near constant chaos, I have vivid memories of the popular songs of that era. I love music -- all kinds of rock, disco, R&B. I like a little bit of everything, and since there are far too many songs from my youth that I love, I’ve created a list of the ones that I don’t love, songs so cringe-inducing that I’d dive for the radio dial (back when there was such a thing). My list is by no means comprehensive and could be highly controversial. Debate is encouraged.
1. Afternoon Delight – Starland Vocal Band. This one is my undisputed all-time least favorite song. My husband, son, and certain friends (?) have been known to use this against me as a torture device. It was featured prominently in the Will Ferrell movie Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy.
2. Seasons in the Sun – Terry Jacks. (I have no explanation for this one. )
3. The Night Chicago Died – Paper Lace. (Aaaaaahhhhh!)
4. The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia – Vicki Lawrence. [She was a regular on the Carol Burnett Show. Interestingly, there was a made-for-TV movie written based on this song, starring Kristy McNichol. Those two facts don’t make me like it any more.]
5. The Bertha Butt Boogie – Jimmy Castor Bunch. (Does anyone remember this chestnut? As a kid, I couldn’t stand it, but when I went back and listened to it on Youtube, I have to say, it’s pretty great. Maybe my objection was to the flagrant use of the word “butt.”)
6. Wildfire – Michael Martin Murphey. (I think this must mean I’m a bad person.)
7. I Shot the Sheriff – Eric Clapton. (Disclaimer: I do love Eric Clapton. Just not this one.)
8. Lay Lady Lay – Bob Dylan. (For some reason, I thought Mac Davis sang this song. When I found out years later it was Bob Dylan, I still didn’t like it.)
9. Heartbeat (It’s a Lovebeat) – The DeFranco Family. (I dare you to try to listen to this one.)
10. Disco Duck – Rick Dees. (No explanation needed, I hope.)
What are some of your least favorites?
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