We didn't start the flame war
 

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Aaauuugh! Worst earworm ever! (Had to bail on this video really early- but I was too late. I'm stuck with it now - the song that made me want to shiv Billy Joel - *sigh*)

PoFlaWa!

I'm with Flippy, now I've got to listen to something to rid myself of the earworm. Funny as hell, though.

Ugh, no kidding. Uptown Girl, even worse. And let's not forget It's Still Rock & Roll to Me. Ack.

Apparently, others share the disdain.

As you all probably know, I have essentially zero interest in music. Not so much disdain as a simple complete disinterest.

This has always been the case (it isn't just me pouting that my teenage tastes are no longer met by "the music kids have these days"). Back in high school English there was some assignment where we had to provide the lyrics to our favorite song (apparently I had an English teacher that was ahead of the game on Stupid Facebook Memes).

I knew no lyrics to songs. I could barely name the title of a song. So at home I found the first of my sisters' cassettes I could and picked a song essentially at random from the liner notes.

It was "We Didn't Start the Fire"

At that time I'm not sure I'd ever heard it out loud. Anyway, the one comment from the teacher when I got the assignment back was "Oh, I love that song too!"

And now you know, and knowing is half the battle.

Cute video. I like Alex's story even better.

I love We Didn't Start the Fire

Wow! Alex is Optimus Prime. Whoda thunk it.

Optimus Prime is a closeted Billy Joel fan?

Oooh! Swing and a miss. -20 geek points.

G.I. Jooooooooooooe!

Since we're sharing, my disaffection is similar to Alex's, though perhaps less pronounced. My father came from Germany as a refugee and lived with secular Jews on a farm in the midwest before reuniting with his mother in New York. Perhaps due to this background, his tastes ran from classical to country and folk to Broadway shows. Combine that with my parents' silent majority fear of all things hippie, and you can imagine there wasn't any rock and roll in our house.

Still, in third grade, I would be teased to name "Five Rock and Roll Songs." After "Smokin' in the Boys' Room" and whatever I might have seen on Wonderama the previous Sunday, I was done.

That said, I generally preferred the country and folk music because I could hear the lyrics. Whether it's opera or rock and roll, presenting something containing words where the words can't be understood has always struck me as about as competent as hiring a phone representative with a thick accent. So bring on the Billy Joel. I can usually understand what he's saying.

I also have always been leery of what struck me as an inappropriate level of self-surrender and devotion that music fandom (or adherence to most causes) appears to require. Part of being a moderately unhealthy five, perhaps, but there it is.

I swear Optimus Prime said it too. :(