Bryan and I had lunch at The Yard House yesterday. I wanted a burger, he a salad. Which cracks me up when we do that, because the server invariably hands us each the wrong meal. “No, I’ll take the big hunk of flesh, and he’s got the rabbit food – thanks!”
But that’s neither here nor there. The point is, The Yard House, with 50 zillion beers on tap, none of which we can have over lunch, also blasts classic rock incessantly over their loud speakers. And while I have nothing intrinsically against classic rock, and there certainly are many AWESOME classic rock songs out there – let’s face it… there are also some REALLY shitty classic rock songs that somehow co-exist in the same universe with Led Zeppelin and The Who.
Yesterday was no exception. One crap-ass song after the other played throughout our burger-and-salad meal, till finally we hit the motherload.
Amie by Pure Prairie League.
I nearly fainted. “Argh! I hate this song. The only ‘Amy’ song in the whole entire world and I am forced to listen to THIS crap over and over my whole entire life.”
Bryan totally agreed. “This song belongs on ‘The Soundtrack of My Own Personal Hell.”
And that’s how we eased our pain, laughing over the idea of a mix CD of songs we would play during the bus ride to hell. And then I realized, “No wait! Even better! It should be a CD you give the person you are breaking up with. A Breakup CD! Here are all the songs I hate more than than anything in the whole world, and I want YOU to have them!”
That got us through “Fly Like An Eagle,” at the very least.
What songs would be on your Breakup CD?