Monday, March 17, 2008

Michael Bolton vs. Fingernails on a Chalkboard

As usual, I was being a huge nerd the other day and alphabetizing my CD collection (at least I wasn't putting them in chronological order like John Cusack in High Fidelity.) For the most part, I was pleased that I had a number of solid and timeless purchases, including: The Beatles' Help!, Arcade Fire's Funeral, and Sam Cooke's The Hits.

I also came across a few purchases that beg the question, "What the hell was I thinking?" such as: Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls Soundtrack, Jay-Z's The Black Album: Acappella, and Pissed Jean's Hope For Men. However, it wasn't until I found Michael Bolton's The Hunger in my CD stacks that I became embarrassed.

Michael Bolton

"How am I Supposed to Live Without You" seen above, is Bolton's most successful song. It held the #1 spot on the Billboard Hot 100 charts for three straight weeks. Which sounds impressive until you learn that Los Del Rio's "Macarena" held the #1 spot for 14 weeks.

Fingernails on a Chalkboard

Taken from Nightmare on Elm Street, this clip is without a doubt the most dramatic take on the old cliche.

Now the question you have to ask yourself is...if you had to listen to one of these more than once, which would it be?

Final Verdict: Michael Bolton wins (6 vs. 1)

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Jesus, kid. At least Michael Bolton gives you something to laugh about. And you know James probably loves him with a not-so-secret passion.
PS, Isn't Rob/Cusack's method autobiographical chronolical?

Erik said...

I better not hear any complaints the next time I decide to put Michael Bolton on at a party!

Anonymous said...

Michael Bolton is beyond embarassing, dude. I vote for the fingernails on the chalkboard for nostalgic reasons. White boards and squeaky markers have nothing on the old school fingernail/chalkboard combination.

Paul Crutcher said...

Obviously fingernails on a chalkboard wins this contest hands down. Silence would have won as well. Nice post!

Milord said...

Michael Bolton is living proof that my farts should win a Grammy.