Yeah, you'll have to open them to find out what they are because if I had to be reminded of them, then you do too.
Seriously man, these songs made me gag even as young as I was when a couple came out. It's a pretty safe bet to assume that the very first time I ever said "What the fuck" was also the very first time I heard the 3rd song.
What really sucked was there were a couple of them that the old man liked, so he went down and bought the albums! I'm not fucking kidding. So not only was I subjected to it from AFN every 30 minutes, I had to endure it at home too.
I'd be standing in the hallway listening to that shit, not just the one song but the. entire. fucking. album. sides one and two, and I'm calculating the distance to the bedroom window, wondering if I can get up enough speed to crash through the double pane window frame and do a 4th floor header while retaining enough forward trajectory to land on the hood of SFC Jackson's 8 year old Mercedes. I never liked that prick anyhow.
If I'd had my shit together when Dad died, I'd have snatched those records along with a few others and shot some trap with them. My little brother would've gladly thrown for me. "PULL!!! Take this down your Country Roads, motherfucker!!!"
Don't even get me started on his near obsession with Olivia Newton John, bro. I'll snap.
I only had 5 or 6 songs in my head and just couldn't think of anymore. It's like I blocked that shit out of my memory, just drawing a blank, a fucking blue screen, and who says God ain't great?
I wanted to do 10 songs, but I was stuck. Then I had one of those Aha! moments yesterday. I got up and asked Miss Lisa what her favorite 70s songs were and she started rattling shit off for me. "Hold on, darlin'. I'm writing this shit down." I could probably do another list of ten with the leftovers.
