Theme: Your Least Favorite Song
Artist: Aaron Neville and Linda Rondstadt
Song: “I Don’t Know Much (But I Know I Love You)”
“I don’t know much, but I know I love yooooou…”
After writing a dissertation about my favorite song, I was going to keep my comments on my least favorite song down to just one word. And I really, really tried, but the only word that came to mind wasn’t a word at all – it was more of a low, guttural noise that sounds like I’m barfing up my own vocal chords. Coincidentally, that’s the exact noise I make whenever I hear this treacle-stuffed ode to stupid people in love.
Also, Aaron Neville’s voice has always bothered me.
“I may sing like I have suffered a chronic head injury, but I know I love yoooou…”
Ugh. This song is bloody awful. “Look at these dreams/so beaten and so battered.” Dreams aren’t physical objects. If you’re referring to them as such, you’d better have a pretty solid metaphor to hang it on. Shattered dreams works. Beaten and battered just doesn’t. Oh, and they just repeat the damn chorus over and over and over and over and ARGH!
“I may be a low-functioning adult, but I know I love yooou…”
I never liked this song. Ever. This song always made me want to punch things. I’m sorry.
This song came out in 1989 – the absolute worst year for pop music in history, ever. You people think it’s bad now? 1989 was infinitely worse. You know what the #1 song of 1989 was? “Look Away” by Chicago. The top 40 songs of the year featured four – count ’em, FOUR – songs by Milli Vanilli.
However, the fact that a black guy and a white girl are singing a love duet to each other here says a lot about how far we’d come as a society, even then. Just ten years before this song came out, you couldn’t have shown this performance in certain parts of the south. It says a lot about us as a people that, today, the only thing that bothers us about this song is that it fucking sucks.