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Last week, I wrote a column called 5 Rock Radio Classics That Actually Suck about rock radio favorites I always assumed were good until I broke them down critically. Well, as came as a surprise to no one, the list sure did piss some people off. And in the comments (that I read with masochistic delight) I was accused of being a fan of both Nickelback and "hipster/douchebag/pitchfork" music. Really odd comments considering I said nice things about Freebird and Layla and several Aerosmith songs. Then again, the commenters were right when they accused me of blowing Editor in Chief Jack O'Brien to keep my job so maybe they know more than I realize. __new_line__In any event, notwithstanding how retarded I am or how much I suck, the column did pretty well. So I thought about it some more and I have additional songs for the list. Spoiler alert. If you hated the last column, I promise you, you will hate this column too, so please, please, please don't read it. Or do that other thing you like to do: read all of it and tell me how much it sucks. In fact, just to be sure, after you read it, go and read my Cracked serialized novella Notes from the Internet Apocalypse and then watch all my old Hate By Numbers videos. And puke all over it. That's ok too.__new_line__Also, I should point out, I'm not trolling. If I were trolling you'd see Stairway to Heaven or Hey Jude or Carry on Wayward Son on this list. And I would never do that. Not because I'm afraid of pissing people off (clearly) but because they're great songs. Also, if I were trolling, I'd also probably mention that I'm in your mother, like right now. And she's really into it. But I'm not a troll, so I'll just say I may or may not be in your mother. __new_line__Again, the following songs are included here if they meet two criteria:__new_line__1. They are songs that have been played continuously on classic rock radio since their release until today:__new_line__2. And they have no musical, lyrical, or even sociological justification for being immortalized by constant play. __new_line__Lastly, I don't think anyone needs to be told (including me) that this list is subjective. Of course, it is. Most things in life are subjective. For example, I once had a girlfriend who hated it when I did that thing with the thing, but your mother is like totally into it. I mean, may or may not be totally into it.__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__

Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones

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__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__When Glam Rock exploded in the early 70's, Mick donned eye shadow and put out the heavily T Rex-influenced It's Only Rock n' Roll". Then disco came so The Stones did disco. Then rock and roll died in the 80s and there was no obvious genre to ape and the Stones did whatever the hell this crap is. And then in the 90s, Mick Jagger decided the Stones should work with Babyface. __new_line____new_line__But ok, that brings us to Start Me Up. Certainly, one of the Stones' most played songs and yet, there is nothing distinctive about it. Listening to it is always frustrating because it feels like it's about to go into some great chorus that just never comes. I can't listen to Start Me Up without changing mental channels to Beast of Burden or even Shattered or any other Stones songs where something actually happens. It just the straightest most nondescript Stones hit ever where Mick's minimal and meaningless lyrics merely double Richards' riff, adding no lyrical or melodic flourish. At the end of the day, the most exciting thing about Start Me Up is its association with a Windows 95 commercial, which is kinda harsh tokes for something that's supposed to be a classic song from the bad boys of Rock.__new_line____new_line__
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"When It's Love" by Van Halen

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__new_line____new_line__Roth knew exactly who he was and what Van Halen was and with him at the helm they were one of the most entertaining hard rock acts of all time. While Sammy Hagar's vocals are fine (indeed, on a technical level he's a more talented vocalist than Roth) without all of Roth's shtick, you're just left with Eddie's keyboard-laden compositions. Listen up and tell me this song isn't every bit as wimpy as Winger. And that whole Beatlesesque-Little Help From My Friends lead vocal, backing vocal Q and A is just disturbingly awful for a band that's supposed to kick ass.__new_line__Mr. Roth, I apologize for ever doubting you. Forgive me.__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__
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"Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard

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__new_line____new_line__Also, is it too dickish to say the drums on this sound like they were played by a guy with one arm? It is, right? OK. I won't say that.__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__
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"Glory Days" by Bruce Springsteen

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"Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)" by Green Day

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__new_line____new_line__Which brings us to their most famous song. Time of Your Life. How to prove it's awful? Well, sure it's a simple G/C/D construction like a million other songs or every Indigo Girls song ever written, but that in and of itself is not fatal. I mean, Don McLean's American Pie is simple and still classic. So I need a better reason that that. How about the fact that 14 year old girls all over the world love this song and want to put it on iMovie video collages about those crazy times at sleepaway? That's pretty damning, right? No? How about that I can't hear this song without starting to sing Punk Rock Girl by The Dead Milkmen? Well, I can't prove it to you. I know that. And right now you're either screaming Amen! Or screaming for my death. I can accept that. It's fine with me. Either way it's hard to hear you over the screams of your mother (who I may or may not be having sex with right now).__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__
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