1. “We Built This City on Rock ‘n’ Roll” – Jefferson Starship.
– Few spectacles in life are as demoralizing as the degradation of the radical and cutting-edge into to flaccid irrelevancy. Here, the point men and women of edgy, sixties psychedalia such as “White Rabbit” and “Revolution” ooze ridiculous tripe. It’s as if the Grateful Dead had cut a commercial jingle for “Little Debbie” cakes and cookies.
2. “Revolution No 9” – Beatles.
– Even the greats can misfire occasionally, and for that, they can usually be forgiven. This ditty, however, is the obvious product of, on one hand, a festering brew of disarray and egomania, and, on the other hand, a need to make the fourth side of a two record album last longer than seven minutes. The result of the clash between these two forces?: the Beatles took a dump on vinyl and their fans.
3. “Rock ‘n’ Roll Heaven” – Righteous Brothers.
– This burp of a record is what happens when the ghost of Phil Spector, true talent, superb production values and utterly moribund careers meet up with necrophilia. My compadre, Jim Nance, hates this song with a virulence more associated with the ebola virus. I, however, hate it only intellectually, not emotionally. Disgusting, but catchy as hell, it happens to be one of my guilty pleasures.
4. “Kokomo” – Beach Boys.
– There is a tradition of “list” songs in popular music that usually serve to highlight the singers’ vocal dexterity (listen to Johnny Cash or Hank Snow sing “I’ve Been Everywhere”). This bafflingly popular blob of mush plods along at the pace of, well, how do I phrase it…middle-aged sexual congress. And aren’t the rhymes just so special!! – “Jamaica, oo I wanna take ya.” Perhaps they were penned by the famous primate who shares the name of the song.
5. “Hotel California” – Eagles.
– My spiritual advisor and patchouli oil supplier, Dr Jessup, protests mightily the inclusion of this song on the list. All I can say is that for me it is an oil and water, Dook/Carolina, Arab/Israeli, Geraldo/Journalism type of thing. I hated the first few notes of the opus the first time I heard them on the radio, and my relationship with the song disintegrated from there. Whatever Henley and Frey thought they were saying with their incredibly trite metaphor, it ploddingly sounds like three bad hangovers combined. And, can there be any doubt that this song, by receiving the Grammy for record of the year in 1977, caused real rockers to bury their guitars for the next five years and cede the stage to jive-talkers? That’s right, folks. “Hotel California” is responsible for the disco era.
6. “Gypsies, Tramps and Theives” – Cher
– This mutation is the standard bearer for the strain of overwrought pop/rock songs that celebrate the singer’s triumph over trailer-trash beginnings to become, well, slightly more pricey trailer-trash. And Cher, with her foghorn voice, delivers the goods with all the subtlety of a flaming wreck in the third corner of Indianapolis Motor Speedway.
7. “Hip to Be Square” – Huey Lewis & the News
– Uh, no it isn’t!!!! Let’s be charitable and say the song is not hip, but is instead a hip replacement and about as entertaining as the medical procedure.
8. “You’re Having My Baby” – Paul Anka
Without a doubt, the most egregious, limp exercise in sheer narcissism ever committed to record: “You’re having my baby, what a lovely way to say that you’re thinking of me.” Envision Hitler in his bunker, bombs falling all around, two armies bearing down on Berlin, watching Eva sip poison and wondering, “Well, maybe she really does care.”
9. “Do You Think I’m Sexy” – Rod Stewart
– At one time, prior to say 1974 or so, Rod Stewart was arguably the greatest rock ‘n’ roll singer alive. Then, he got distracted by greed, booze, drugs and an unceasing line of gorgeous women who were willing to lie down for him like Anna Karinina jumping in front of the train. “Sexy” is only one of an endless parade of sad, shameless efforts that have transformed a hallowed career into a mirthless joke. Then again, who could blame him?
10. “The Pina Colada Song” – Rupert Holmes
– Only the most cloying example of a pop/rock song that depends on reversal, with the stupid singer realizing just how stupid he really is (remember “Shihouette” anyone?). How can a song so relentlessly annoying become so popular that it ruins the entire rest of your life???