Reasons I dislike Foreigner
- I’m pretty sure when the band started they were just looking to fill that “poor man’s Bad Company” void.
- Somehow Ian McDonald went from being a member of King Crimson when they did this to playing guitar on this horseshit.
- If you’re like me and grew up in a town where your radio choices were basically “the good classic rock station” and “the bad classic rock station,” you’ve heard enough fucking Foreigner in your life. See also: Boston, Journey, Boston, Styx, Boston.
- “I Want To Know What Love Is.” Get away from me.
Reasons I like “Long, Long Way From Home”
- If the sound of a clavinet doesn’t immediately arouse you, you might be dead.
- If there’s one thing Foreigner could do, it was write a seemingly epic but mostly pointless story song with badass power chords. (I also really like “Jukebox Hero,” too, but that’s mainly for ironic reasons.)
- Mmmm. Sax-UH-ma-PHONE!
- It’s not one of the five Foreigner songs played to Goddamn death by classic rock radio. And it’s really short.
Band I Dislike, Song I Do Not: Soundgarden, ‘Outshined’
I’m kind of afraid to write this down, because I feel like I might get kicked out of my city, but I am not a Soundgarden fan. (Hopefully the fact that I do like Pearl Jam will save me from being stoned to death.)
In the ’90s, I had violent reactions to “Spoonman” (REALLY? IT’S ON THE RADIO AGAIN??) and “Black Hole Sun,” which left my grunge-loving friends scratching their heads. “But Amie! It’s SOUNDGARDEN! How can you not love them?” I don’t know, you guys, but I didn’t. I don’t. I recognize how important they were to the Seattle grunge scene, and Chris Cornell is amazing, and Kim Thayil is the best guitarist EVER … yada-yada-yada, but I have never been, and never will be, a Soundgarden fan.
BUT. There is one Soundgarden song that I really do love, and that’s “Outshined.” I can’t decide if it’s because Chris Cornell brings on the sex with his amazing hair-whipping, throaty screaming, and ridiculous chest muscles — or if it’s related to that time I watched a very drunk, very beautiful boy dance to it all alone at a club, mouth agape, while my friend mopped the drool up and closed my mouth gently, silently judging me. For whatever reason, it’s the one song by these guys that I can listen to over and over and not want to turn it off.
So there you go. I’m not grunge-heartless after all. Do I still get to keep my ’90s Seattle cred?
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