Whenever someone talks disparagingly about a musical artist being just a “one hit wonder“, I think, “What the fuck is wrong with that?”. This guy, or lady, or duo, or group, or Order of Tibetan monks wrote and recorded a song that connected on some level with a large enough segment of the population that it went to #1 on the charts, or at least the top 100, whatever. That is phenomenal,
good great for them.
What the fuck have you done? Have you climbed Mt. Everest? You haven’t? Hmm, I thought I heard that you had…. Did you circumnavigate the globe in your homemade hot-air dirigible? Not yet? You’re still drawing up schematics? Man, you’ve been working on that thing since 9th grade, step it up!… Have you adopted an underprivileged child from all seven continents? You have? Really? Are you Angelina Jolie? No way?! Wow, what are you doing here? You obviously must have found me by clicking on a link from some other kick-ass blog like Sweet Mother or A Clown On Fire. Thank you for taking the time to read the words that your eyes are focusing on right at this very moment in time, even if what you’re reading this very second has little to no bearing on you and your particular situation.
Wow, I can’t believe someone married to someone famous is reading my blog. Does Brad read it too? No, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. I mean I do, but I don’t. You know what I’m saying? Aaahhh, I’m so nervous!
Anyways, back to my point. I would be thrilled to have a hit song. Just one would do. Here’s a couple of my favorite songs from so-called one hit wonders.
This is a classic song that is sure to make all the drunks at your next family reunion/work party/anonymous group-grope sing along just to let you know that sometimes all they can do is read a book to stay awake, too.
Seriously, if I had to be known for one thing, being the Humpty Dance dude would be pretty fuckin’ sweet…. “Oh, you mean Bill McMorrow. the dude who makes everybody at the party get up and get, get, get down(911 is a joke in yo’ town) every single time his sweet beats start bumping?”. Yeah, I’d take that any day of the week.
Listen, all I’m saying is you should probably get two hit singles under your belt before you go shitting on one hit wonders.
You no hit none-ders.