[strela]

if there's a Rock-and-Roll Hell, then David Gates and Bread will be consigned to the lowest depths.

I can't believe you let Air Supply slide. Each member of that "band" should be consigned to forever ride an elevator from infinite floor to infinite floor, with the doors never opening, having to listen to their own "music" all the while. Lock a flatulent operator in there with them as well.

[speedy]

And when the doors open up, there is Whitney Houston singing "The Greatest Love."

[Interesting Times]

< irritating falsetto >

I'm all outta love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right, believing for so long.
I'm all outta love, what am I without you
It can't be too late to say that I was so wrooong...

< /irritating falsetto >