Benchmark of Disdain
By Mr. Moderator on Jul 23, 2008
The other night while washing dishes I turned on the radio, hoping to find a few good songs to play in the background. The local Oldies station was playing Gary Puckett & the Union Gap's "Lady Willpower". Those of you who know me know that I despise that song - even while finding it unintentionally hilarious (a characteristic that usually carries a lot of weight with me). I quickly changed the station.
I switched over to the local Classic Rock station, which was playing ZZ Top's "Sharp Dressed Man". That song makes me nauseous! There was nothing else on the radio. I couldn't bear to go back to "Lady Willpower", yet I had the chilling thought that I disliked the ZZ Top song more than the Gary Puckett song. I had identified my personal benchmark of disdain: to truly say I have disdain for a song, I must despise it more than "Lady Willpower".
On a personal level, this is a powerful conclusion I thought I'd share. Perhaps you have identified your own benchmark of disdain.
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Classic Rock Disdain Benchmark: China Grove
"static...."
Oldies Disdain Benchmark: Sugar Pie Honeybunch
"static...."
Alt Rock Disdain Benchmark: Losing My Religion
"static...."
Hard Rock Disdain Benchmark: any of those countless bands with a Yarling lead singer.
and around and around we go.....
My benchmark for classic rock disdain (at least the first one that pops into my head): "25 Or 6 to 4."
I don't have that much disdain for "Lady Willpower" either. To each his own.
hell, nancy and I have figured out that Neil Diamond probably even *wrote* that gesture INTO some of his songs to accommodate that pose: "play it now...play it now...PLAY IT NOW, my BABY...".
I think just about any Chicago song might qualify in this category for me. I’m sure there are a few I have less disdain for than others, but the start of a Chicago song usually triggers an innate hand-to-radio-dial response.
I can’t think of Gary Puckett now without thinking of Tom Scharpling’s strong argument that Puckett is the sleaziest rocker of all time.
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll.
And drift away."
Whatever the fuck THAT song is called, i despise that.
For hard rock, it has to be worse than Fugazi.
I never liked the song. But when it was being played every hour on the "alternative" radio station my colleagues like to listen to at work, I prayed for death for me, plain white t's, clear channel, whoever. One of us had to go.
And the subject matter of Lady Willpower is really amazing for a hit record in an era when you couldn't even say 'pregnant' on tv.
Sat: your comment about "PLAY it NOW!" was the first thing to make me laugh out loud in these parts in a while.
You guys are both okay in my book.
HVB
is there any kind of label to describe that style of heavily arranged, near-big band pop song from the mid-late 60s?I seem to remember an article where this was called 'goatee rock.' (Note that one of the Union Gaps in this clip has a goatee.) If I recall the band the Brooklyn Bridge (The Worst that Could Happen) were the example used in this article. All google gives me is that the writer Eddie Gorodetsky coined the term.
As far as this big band stuff goes, don't forget those lovely, splashy arrangements for Lulu, and ESPECIALLY for Petula Clark. Along with "Downtown," "Sign of the Times," "Who am I?" and even "Colour My World" are all suitably huge songs that express big sentiments about big things.
Hey -- this isn't the first time I've heard an RTHer point the sleazeball finger at Gary Puckett. Howcum?The Puckett sleaze connection is in the subject matter and lyrics of his songs. Not just Lady Willpower and Young Girl but This Girl Is a Woman Now, where you get the incredibly specific, creepy: “She cried a single tear, a teardrop that was sweet and warm/Our hearts told us we were right/And on that sweet and velvet night/A child had died, a woman had been born.” Ugh.
(Where are all the other pince-nez wearing townsfolk today?)
I'll bet I've heard that song 1,000s of times and I'll never tire of it, so it's beyond me to comprehend disdaining it...
For me, disdain, thy name is Billy Joel.
Although I do think it was cool of him to bring out Macca the other night and let him be the one to play the last songs ever to be played in Shea Stadium.
I've lived in San Diego since 1976, Gary Puckett is a native son. I can tell you he's slept with about as many gals as Wilt Chamberlain claims to, I know quite a few that he's bedded. He usually picks up in cocktail bars, he's about as sleazy as they come. I'm not surprised his lyrics reflect this.
Billy Joel falls into some dark level below disdain for me. I don’t know if I could properly express my opinion on him.
"Inna-Gadda-Davita" or whatever. I HATE that tune.
"In the Garden of Eden" by I. Ron Butterfly.
Blech.
TB
I like Drift Away even though the year it came out every girl with a baton or dance routine in the school talent show did their thing to that song. It got old, but I still like it. The Stones did it too, but Ain't Too Proud to Beg made the cut instead.
My Benchmark of Disdain is on my Sirius remote, which has buttons 4, 5 and 6 as Classic Rewind, Classic Vinyl and The Vault in some order. I've heard a Led Zeppelin song on every one of them, at the same time, and that just bums me out cuz I never liked that party. It's bad enough that they have to split Classic Rock into three stations, like it's so important that it needs to simulcast on three channels.
My other Benchmark of Disdain is borrowing my wife's car on a Sunday. College stations are playing polka's, NPR is talking about pets or something and the rock radio stations here are all playing whatever they played in 1981, and I forgot to grab a cd. That ten minute trip to the gas station seems like an eternity in hell.
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