Friends,
BOMM has been live now for a few years and we have yet to have a feature. Yeah, there is the Mustache Science posts, but they aren't exactly regular, and I failed to get one up before this year's Super Bowl, so that barely counts.
So, in an effort to have a weekly feature, and that I kind of liked sharing my guilty pleasure video, I'm going to have this weekly tribute to bad music. Music that, well, it's just kind of fun to cringe to, or feel silently guilty for bobbing our head to, and I'll try to get a wide variety of music up too. I won't stick to just cheesy Don Henley ballads or Air Supply jams. No, I'll try to give a good cross section of crap, even from bands that have otherwise made some good music (see video below).
Sometimes I'll have a little commentary. Sometimes the crap will stand alone, stark and opinionless like an objective narrator.
I'm not going to give my criteria for craptitude, except, well, I hope it's obvious from the selections and I don't have to thoroughly defend myself if I were to label, say, Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band as crappy. So, for this inaugural Bad Music Sunday, I'm going to give you four videos. Enjoy the nostalgia, and cringe away.
Snow - Informer
The Cure - Friday, I'm in Love
Lita Ford - Kiss Me Deadly
(Jefferson)Starship - We Built This City
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February 10, 2008
Bad Music Sunday, Vol 1
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Jorge and I talked about Lita Ford JUST LAST NIGHT! How she's sort of scary and sexy at the same time. I think she's another one Tom Flynn didn't know.
I must say I'm greatly looking forward to bad music sundays--almost as much as I look forward to a sunday tradition of my own invention: undie sundays.
Also, for the curious, here are the lyrics to Informer:
Whats up man! hey yo whats up!
Yeah whats goin on here.
Sick an tired of five-oh runnin up on the block here.
You know what Im sayin?
Yo snow, they came around here lookin for you the other day.
Word? word! bust it!
Chorus
Informer, you no say daddy me snow me Ill go blame,
A licky boom boom down.
Detective mon said daddy me snow me stab someone down the lane,
A licky boom boom down.
Informer, you no say daddy me snow me Ill go blame,
A licky boom boom down.
Detective mon said daddy me snow me stab someone down the lane,
A licky boom boom down.
Police them come an now they blow down me door,
One him come crawl through, through my window,
So then they put me in the back the car at the station,
From that point on me reach my destination,
When the destination reached, it was the east detention, where them
Whipped down me pants, looked up me bottom, so
Chorus
Bigger they are they think they have more power,
Theyre on the phone me say that on (every) hour,
Me for want to use it once an now me call me lover,
Lover who Ill be callin is the one tammy,
An me love her in me heart down to my belly,
Yes me daddy me snow me I feel cool an deadly,
As the one mc shan an the one daddy snow,
Together we-a loveem as a tor-na-do.
Chorus
Listen for me, you better listen for me now.
Listen for me, you better listen for me now.
When me rockin the microphone me rock it steady,
Yes sir, daddy me snow me are the article done.
But in the in an the out of a dance them they say where you come from,
People them say you come from jamaica,
But me born an raised in the ghetto thats the one I want you to know,
Pure black people mon thats all I mon know.
Yeah me shoes are tear up an me toes used to show,
Where me born in on the one toronto, so
Chorus
Come with a nice young lady. intelligent,
Yes shes gentle an irie.
Everywhere me go, me never left her at all.
Yes, its daddy snow me are the roam dance mon.
Roam between a dancin in a in a nation-a.
You never know say daddy me snow me are the boom shakata.
Me never lay-a down flat in that one cardboard box.
Yes say me daddy me snow me Ill go reachin at the top, so...
Chorus
Why would he?
Me sittin round cool with my dibbie dibbie girl,
Police knock my door,
Lick up my pal,
Rough me up an I cant do a thing
Pick up my line, when my telephone ring.
Take me to the station,
Black up my hands.
Trail me down, cuz Im hangin with the snowman,
What Im gonna do,
Im backed an Im trapped,
Slap me in the face an took all o my gap.
They have no clues an they wanna get warmer,
But shan wont turn informer!
Changes your who outlook on life doesn't it.
Shame on you BOMM how can you lump Friday I'm in love with the worst songs on your list. Its one of the happier songs that was written by robert smith and company and it isn't even the worst cure song ever written.
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