What's the lamest record you ever bought?
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First, full disclosure: I have wholly ripped off the idea for this post from the esteemed soulrocket groove, who in a post earlier today owned up that, as an impressionable young missile, he had purchased Emerson, Lake and Palmer's "Tarkus." We all need to salute his bravery in confessing this transgression to the community. More than that, I would suggest that we all need to share in the same sort of catharsis, by revealing publicly the lamest album we've ever purchased. Not necessarily the worst: I once laid out cash money for Billy J. Kramer and the Dakotas' "Little Children" LP, but as I was only 10 at the time, it can fairly be said that I didn't know any better. The lamest album is, by definition, the one you should have been smart and wise and tasteful and hip enough never to have gotten within a bargepole's distance of. It is almost always bought on impulse. In my case, I slapped my money on the counter willing to bet that this album was going to be good, based on one song I heard in a club in (as they say in England) an advanced state of refreshment. This ghastly mistake was (gulp) the Thompson Twins' "Quick Step and Side Kick."There, I've said it. Waves of shame are sweeping over me like Milli Vanilli's extensions. Of course I realized after the first listen that it was an utterly appalling slab of vinyl. Nonetheless, it remained filed right next to Richard Thompson for several years, until I was able to summon up the energy to bring it to St. Marks Sounds as a trade-in. I was amazed they took it. Even revealing it to the oh-so-hip guys behind the counter was unbearably humiliating.So there it is, my peers and friends. I have put before you one of the most shameful moments of my life. I make no apologies. I accept full responsibility for my actions. I could easily blame it on bad drugs, but that's no excuse. Now, in MOG's true spirit of mutuality, it's time for a communal purge. What is the lamest record you ever bought? Maybe you did it because you wanted to be one of the cool kids. Or because you were off your face while browsing in your local record store. The reason for your rash purchase is immaterial - what matters is that you came to be (rightfully) humiliated for ever having forked out the dough for it, and remain so to this day. (Extra points if you actually loved it for a time.) Let us have no secrets from each other, fellow MOGgers. Trust me, you'll feel much better if you unburden yourselves. Let the healing begin.




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So painful to listen to.
So painful to listen to.