Musical Degeneration
I'm going to piggy-back on my occasional Musical Renaissance topic to go the other way for a moment. At the gym this morning I heard Steve Miller's Abracadabra and seriously considered walking out. Teenagers of the 80's, be with me here...
Remember flipping on MTV in the early 80's to listen to music (yes, music) and the smooth VJ stylings of Alan Hunter, Mark Goodman, Nina Blackwood, et al.? Remember how there were exactly three songs in the rotation in those days? All I remember hearing was Murray Head's One Night in Bangkok, Rio by Duran Duran and Abra-freaking-cadabra by Steve Miller. Seriously. That was it. I'm sure of it.
Anyway, I hated Abracadabra. Hated it. Hated it with a level of malice that's difficult to explain. I don't know whether it was because it was always playing or because it just didn't work for me, but that song alone stunted my Steve Miller appreciation for years. I think I was a junior in high school before I realized that he had other material and that a lot of it was good.
I'm going to go listen to The Stake to cleanse my aura now...
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