blatantly bad 70s songs: float on (the floaters)

bet you thought i was going to talk about modest mouse. psyche!

one-hit wonders the floaters enjoyed the sweet smell of success with float on, a song that came to singer james mitchell in a dream. you know, lots of things come to me in dreams, but you don’t see me inflicting that crap on anyone other than my husband, now, do you?

does anyone else think the song sounds like it could be background music in a porno?

anyway, lucky us, we got the chance to familiarize ourselves with each member of the group — and their astrology. i especially loved to make fun of my brother, who shares the name with the last singing member of that group:

Cancer and my name is Larry, huh
And I like a woman
That loves everything and everybody
Because I love everybody and everything
And you know what, ladies,
If you feel that this is you
Then this is what I want you to do

yeah, i see the big gold necklace, too.

tell me, what woman in her right mind would want to hook up with a guy who talks about astrology? where i come from, that sets off your gaydar, or at least an alan alda alert. hmph. a man who loves everybody and everything? does that include animals?

please.

pisces. and my name is wrekehavoc

and i think any man who writes a song like this

should be forced to listen to it forever

while tied up in a cigar box.

and you know what, gentlemen?

if you feel this is you,

then you need serious professional help.