WORKIN' ON MYSTERIES WITHOUT ANY CLUES

Up next is Classic Rewind, classic rock from the cassette years, or so it says here...

I Want You to Want Me (Live)—Cheap Trick
This was one of the soundtracks to the summer of '79. I fell asleep on the beach with this echoing off the dunes, and burned my pasty ass to a crisp. Spent a week in bed, nearly naked, recovering, and read the novelization of Alien.

Night Moves—Bob Seger
At the midpoint between Detroit rocker and turd, we find the genus arena-friendly rocker. And this is one of its finest products. Littered with lyrics that I misheard back in the day. “We weren't in love, oh no far from it”? Yeah, I got “We were in love, holdin' on the fire front”...

Hold the Line—Toto
We're not in Kansas anymore. Or wait, maybe we are. Or is it Boston?

Handle with Care—Traveling Wilburys
See the gratuitous swipe at Jeff Lynne from a previous post.

Tom Sawyer—Rush
Rush fans were cute. They didn't get in your face. Their hearts were in the right place. They had really ugly pets. They liked to play pool. They lifted weights in front of a full-length mirror and cursed their reflection between reps...

Another Brick in the Wall (Part 2)—Pink Floyd
I can understand liking Barrett Floyd, I can understand digging Dark Side Floyd. But The Wall Floyd? No. The Wall hates humanity, and that sucks.

Simply Irresistible—Robert Palmer
I would've bought Sneakin' Sally Through the Alley, or Bad Case of Loving You, or Johnny and Mary, or Looking for Clues, but this? This seems to deviate from the mission of this particular channel.

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap—AC/DC
Less cock rocking, and more AC/DC. I mean, just go ahead and parse that last verse...

Movin’ Out (Anthony’s Song)—Billy Joel
Heart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack. Ick ick ick ick ick.

Grade: C