remember – sedaka is back….

never was hot. never was sexy. but neil sedaka, a nice jewish boy from brooklyn, always had a golden touch with pop during the 50’s, 60’s and even the 70’s. don’t get me wrong: i loathed a lot of that sappy crap: calendar girl (which i always hear calendar cat from the old purina commercial in my head whenever it plays), oh! carol (written for carole king, his old girlfriend), and breaking up is hard to do, a song he recycled and made into a hit again about 20 years after the first time. and that’s just some of his solo repertoire. (it doesn’t scratch the surface of the hits he wrote for other people, too. including that little captain and tennille number.)

so yes, i have a great deal of respect for neil sedaka, in spite of the fact that i don’t care for a lot of his creative output. he deserves to be in the rock and roll hall of fame, methinks. just because he doesn’t rock like, say, ozzy osbourne, it doesn’t mean he didn’t make a significant contribution to rock and roll.

but see, there is this one song, a song he sings with this guy i kinda adore, sir elton john. you’d think i’d hate bad blood — it’s all about denigrating some woman who apparently did sedaka wrong.  lord knows the lyrics made no sense to me when i was a 10 year old belting it out to anyone who couldn’t get in their earplugs fast enough. but it rocks in it’s own evil way. of course, i never quite like it as much when someone else is singing the backup vocals, so maybe there’s something to be said for my being a big elton john fan. but still. love it.

of course, the only better thing about bad blood is kitty and eric from that 70’s show singing it.

happy new year, y’all. nursing that hangover? well, if you want more pain, feel free to peruse my magical month of blatantly bad 70s songs. it will make your ears bleed.

but seriously, it’s a new year. it’s time to turn over a new leaf. one of the leaves i am working on is being kinder to the people out there in blog land. you know, the patient people who manage to endure my blatherings. (the people who probably wanted to smack me back in november.) hint: YOU.

and you know, all wasn’t horrid in 70s pop music. in fact, i have quite a few guilty pleasures. maybe you’ll like them, too? (then again, maybe you’ll laugh me off the face of the internet.)

so, all this month, i will try to feature songs i actually LURVE from the 1970s. of course, i run the risk of having people hate those, too.

but it’s my blog; and i’ll blather if i want to.

you’re welcome to put your polyester huck-a-poo shirt back on and take the ride.

and, as always, i take requests.