Cassis B Staudt presents her Teethgraters, the songs she'd go a long way to never having to hear again.
Cassis B. Staudt, "Ok, I have to admit that I was raised to be a ‘good girl’ and my instinct is to bite my tongue when I don’t like something... That said, here are my personal pet peeves..."
As a kid, I sat super close to the TV – inhaling Hitparade in those rare moments when our TV actually was unlocked. It was a black and white set, which had blinds with a lock and often the key was too well hidden for me to find. I loved the songs – never having left my little village, I just didn´t know any better! I wrote down all the addresses of where to get singer autographs but never contacted anyone. In German, the verb schlagen means ‘to hit’ and nowadays Schlager AKA hits, makes my skin crawl!
Cindy and Bert: Immer Wieder Sonntags
Jürgen Marcus: Eine neue Liebe ist wie ein neues Leben
Bernd Clüver: Der Junge mit der Mundharmonika
Today’s Schlager is just as gruesome to me:
Helene Fischer Atemlos durch die Nacht
But my ire is not reserved only for German pop! Remember Suzie Quatro?! I never got into her:
Suzi Quatro - Rock Hard
I guess its straight rock that I do not like. Looking at it now I can see how awesome the energy is but – it’s not for me. All right – I’m envious! She’s cool!
But oy vey, I’m rarely a fan of shredding electric guitar and I do like some music by these bands but these songs? Not so much:
Van Halen, Jump
Black Sabbath, Paranoid
Rush, Working Man
There’s no hard electric guitar in these but maybe a little of that would have helped?
Kenny G, Silhouette
Britney Spears, Work B**ch
Miley Sirus, When I Look At You
Thanks to this uneasy task – compiling songs I dislike - I just had a revelation. I thought I did not like fusion, but when I look at the list of twenty essential fusion records, such as King Crimson and Weather Report, I have and treasure most of them ;-) Thanks for letting me clear up my own prejudice.
Though I like Americana – plain country music I couldn't care less about like...
George Strait:All my Ex’s Live in Texas
Here is the one Beatles song I wish would not exist:
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da (Here's a later version but you'll see the story here...)
Please do not ever mention the P-word (polka) around me – unless you mean punk – you can really quick become my enemy!
Here you go, now let’s please rip up this list together with all those tunes and burn – burn – burn them!
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