I must say, this song was thoroughly awful by anybody's standards.
Ah, but the later story I have for you is
better. Might even make up for making you think of that particle of dung
song again, after all these years
of thankful amnesia.
Back in the mid-eighties, while waiting to have a tooth cleaning, I remember reading, in the back
gossip section of 'People'
magazine, a little blurb.
There was this photo of a faded-out, kind of coke-bloated
Nick Gilder. He was telling the People reporter that someone recently defrauded one of
the casinos in Las Vegas for several thousand dollars by claiming to be him.
Keep in
mind this was at least six years after Hot Child In The City left the
charts, ad that the forgettable (at best) piece of pop ephemera was the
only tangible thing that ever came out of Nick Gilder besides poop and carbon dioxide.
I gained a great deal of respect for Mr. Gilder that day, because that's pretty much
what he said.
"Okay, listen -- who the hell would run this guy a credit line because he claimed
to be me? I can't even buy a pickup truck at a used car dealership
with my own face
-- what were those idiots thinking running him a credit line?"
I can't possibly imagine, Nick. It would be like trying to get a credit
line by claiming to be Lance Kerwin.