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          • June 17, 2012 1:42 am

            I was eight years old and this was my favorite song. They had it on the jukebox at the Burger-n-Shake. It was 1 play for 10 cents or 3 for a quarter. Anytime I’d get a couple of bucks I’d go get a medium twist dip cone and sit by myself, stare out the window and listen to Love on the Rocks, three times in a row. I was a sad weird creepy kid.

            Anyone else love terrible songs when they were a kid?

            35 notes Filed under:  prose, Love on the Rocks, Neil Diamond, music, vid,.
            1. answered: age 8 crowded house - chocolate cake (no idea). b*witched - Blame It On The Weatherman, elvis costello - little palaces (paternal agitprop)
            2. answered: “Goodbye” by Air Supply
            3. answered: Honey Honey by The Archies - that’s pretty awful!
            4. answered: THIS IS NOT AND NEVER WILL BE A TERRIBLE SONGS
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            6. said: When I was little I loved the song Georgie Girl. I had a dress with a coin belt that I thought was awfully swank, and at 7 I could pretend to be grown-up and free and very “Georgie” in it. The film belies everything I thought about the song, though.
            7. answered: It’s My Party by Lesley Gore is pretty terrible
            8. answered: The soundtrack to Xanadu was one of my first musical loves. I think it actually worried my dad that I played it over and over. ELO and Olivia
            9. answered: Neil Diamond is rad
            10. answered: I was an E.L.O. kind of kid always will be. I was especially partial to Rockaria. I always thought it would be a fitting song for my funeral.
            11. answered: The Osmonds
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            13. answered: Sailing by Christopher Cross. ugh.
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