Bitty Ruminations #3

Posted on March 29, 2010

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MARCH 29 – I nearly wept. Even if you’re not into (or, inexplicably, were never into) Styx, this heartfelt ode is likely to wring a drop or two from the old lachrymal repositories.

“But you can’t tell someone his or her ears are wrong. You can’t rescind the pleasure they derive from a particular piece of music.”

“But my larger point is that there’s no angle in hating on a particular song or band or genre. Our species is adaptable. That’s our evolutionary trump card. If the human ear is given a chance, not cowed into snobbery, it can find rewards in almost any form of music.”

Truer truisms were never uttered. And in that liberating spirit of deal-with-it confession, here’s my nomination for the Styx song to end all Styx songs. (If you laugh, I swear, I’ll hunt you down and incinerate all your Nirvana CDs.)

Styx – Mr. Roboto
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Another deathless “classic” from The Greatest Decade. (And speaking of Glory of Love, I hear they’re remaking The Karate Kid! With Jackie Chan! May not be such a bad idea!) Worry not. I’ll stop before subjecting you to Baltimora and Tarzan Boy (though Woody Boogie is a heck of a kick as well).

PS: Going by the first few installments, maybe this column should have been called Ah The Eighties. But that won’t acronym, alas, to BR!

PPS: Then again, perhaps it’s not such a great idea to fixate, much, on those initials — else the day isn’t far off when columns will come bearing the titles Bavarian Raspberries, Boiled Rabbits, Brassiere Resizing