This is it. I'm ending this blog with one that
will put me on the coal-in-stocking list
forevermore. Joey Ramone wrote this about how
much he sincerely likes (loves?) this financial
reporter, apparently on his deathbed (or close to
it). There. I feel horrible, yet it's the truth:
it's not good.
You might think I would have saved something
really excellent for the final antidote, but
instead here's a song by the Feelies that I barely
know. I like their first album enough to recommend
it, if you can find it. Merry Xmas.
Start over. I'll leave the Feelies video, but
really, how could I end this thing without
featuring the greatest rock video of all time (and
an excellent all-around song), Peter Gabriel's
immortal "Shock the Monkey" I ask you
rhetorically?
This is the end, but watch here in 2008
for occasional (perhaps weekly) posts where I'll
look back and highlight some of the better,
overlooked postings from 2007.
I missed these guys back when I did novelty
week, so here you go. Not just novelty rock, this
also piles on the modern pop punk sheen. Best to avoid.
King Missile did the funny rock during the
golden age of college rock. And live, they were
certainly a rock band (at least when Dave Rick was
in the band). Their first 'hit' (aside from perhaps
"Take Stuff From Work") was "Jesus
Was Way Cool". So as a novelty antidote, this
works, even if this particular song does not rock.
Give me a break. This blog is almost over.
I somehow missed hearing this one until a few
months ago, which is odd considering this was a
Billboard #1 (the first rock song to top the chart
in 5 years; Nickelback was the last one to do it,
so I'd argue it doesn't count), and this is a local
Chicago band. But then successful (commercially,
not artistically) local bands like these guys and
Filter don't get much press from the Kots and
DeRogatises. I won't complain about that. It sounds
like a Wilco rip, and is of course way more popular
than actual Wilco.
I should probably give a Chicago antidote here.
This is only by location; Jay Reatard playing the
Hideout:
Cleanup time. This being the final week (or so)
for Bad R&R (the blog, not the phenomenon),
it's time to pull out some high-profile (some may
say obvious) examples that I've missed. Ozzy solo
has always been problematic, something that he
himself probably would agree with. The 80s started
off well enough, but after his hotshot
guitarist/songwriting partner killed himself
clowning around
with an airplane, things went downhill fast. He's
been through a lot, but going 'Nu Metal' ... that's
a new low.
"You! Me! Dancing!" by Los Campesinos
is dangerously close to cloying, but its
Pavementness saves it for me.