“thanks for letting me rub your butt for an hour”*
For no particular reason, I provide here a link to the American Top 40 pop charts from the week I was born.
All told, there’s not a lot of quality there, especially #1, which straddles the line between hokey and oddly creepy pretty well (though I suspect there were at least a few jokes cracked along the way). Otherwise, it’s really not very good. Sure, you have Clapton there at #5, but really, for my money, you have to get all the way down to #24 before you encounter something with any real staying power, Elton John’s “Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me”.
Seriously, the mid-70s were not a very good time for popular music.
There’s really no meaning here, but something pointed me to the chart archive, so I now point to it as well. Never say I don’t pay things forward.
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* – somebody gets this, right? If not, here. I simply could not bring myself to quote lyrics to the song in question; as it’s really, really awful.
