July 27, 2006
Out Of The Closet
Santana's Lotus, Live in Japan? $80.
The Stones' Exile on Main Street with those 12 postcards, mint? $120.
Popsike tells you what your rare vinyl might fetch on eBay. Based on 250,000 prior sales.
No Bustle in Your HedgeRow?
The Boston Phoenix goes where many have gone before - the 32 worst lyrics of all time - but go with snotty style. Like:
THE SONG: Train “Drops of Jupiter”
THE LYRIC: “Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation /The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me”
THE VERDICT: First we’re traveling in space all fine and dandy, then he starts name-dropping fads from the year 2000 as if it’s a VH1 special and he's Hal Sparks. Soy Lattes? Tae Bo? Yes, Venus did blow our minds.
Or, taking on my favorite of all time:
THE SONG: America, "A Horse With No Name"
THE LYRIC: "There were plants and birds and rocks and things"
THE VERDICT: What, did he get tired? Rocks and things? Try a @#$% cactus. Dirt? bugs?
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Based on the headline, I was sure this was going to be a Lance Bass post.
Posted by: Citizen Mom | Jul 27, 2006 9:20:10 AM
Posted by: daniel rubin | Jul 27, 2006 9:42:58 AM
No, the lyrics to any song in Jewel's catalog are bad. Something about brushing her teeth and making pancakes. I glaze.
Posted by: Citizen Mom | Jul 27, 2006 11:00:58 AM
Rim shot for MamaQ! That was a good one.
The first song mentioned in the article (the Black Eyed Peas' "My Humps") is, without a doubt, the worst song ever recorded.
Posted by: monorailmike | Jul 27, 2006 11:09:42 AM
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