So I tried to convey some of this stuff to my son. I acknowledged that, although “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” was catchy enough, the lyrics were so stupid that I couldn’t get past them. He looked at me, a little confused. I said, “Maybe when you’re older you’ll expect more from the lyrics and you’ll know what I mean.”
All the while “Juke Box Hero” played in the background, and my boy started laughing at how bad that song was. “I know this song,” he laughed as the chorus kicked in, “this one’s on Guitar Hero too!” Then he told me that one of his friends loved this song, and he started making fun of his friend’s taste in music, pointing out other flaws in his budding tastes.
You know, there are times when I note the apples of my life having fallen close to the tree and I recoil, feeling guilty at what hell I’ve spawn. This was not such a time. I felt a great sense of pride. Then the local Classic Rock station played Bad Company‘s “Shooting Star”, and I began wondering whether Bad Company, who had hits before Foreigner, ever produced a single couplet that was anything but an accumulation of Rock-like cliches. Were they the beginning of the end? Did they first shine a light on how Rock could be completely devoid of meaning and relevance? I couldn’t think of any at that time, although I had to give Paul Rodgers props for “All Right Now”, his highly meaningful hit song with Free.