For your reading enjoyment: here's a sentiment I thoroughly agree with, if I am being honest with myself, courtesy of Tom Panarese in this week's Black List:
AIR SUPPLY: It took me a second or two to identify "Making Love Out of Nothing At All" on a commercial for MTV's "Sunday Stew," but once I realized that Ashton Kutcher hitting Bam Margera in the face with a dodgeball was set to this Jim Steinman-penned "classic," I could not stop laughing. And you know what? Not only do I know all the words, but I have the song on CD. I'm not ashamed anymore, either. I want cheesy pop-rock to make a comeback. I know the pop landscape has changed a lot since 1981, and that wishing for the triumphant return of REO Speedwagon doesn't give me much "cred" in this world of hipsters and rock snobs, but dammit, I don't care. I want the post-1970s hangover that gave us poodle-haired, mustachioed front men; stratosphere-reaching, Steve Perry-fueled power ballads; and "Take it on the Run." After all, as cool as Franz Ferdinand may be, singing along in the car to "Take Me Out" doesn't provide the satisfaction one gets from belting "Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'" so out of tune that people roll down their windows to tell you to shut up. B+
Indeed! I, for one, will never tire of singing along to "Don't Stop Believin'" -- in fact, good God! As I type this, almost against my will -- but not really, because it's so enjoyable -- I am, out loud and completely for real singing, "Some will win, some will lose, some are born to sing the bluuuuuues!" Oh my God, that song fucking rocks.
Are you coming for me with pitchforks and torches now?
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