The Worst Songs I Have Ever Heard #12: “Glory of Love”

By the time we’re done here today, you might get the impression that I hate love songs (I don’t; I hate bad songs). After all, it was just last week that I was bagging on the Bryan Adams wedding reception staple, “(Everything I Do) I Do It For You” and now here I am taking aim at another popular ballad from yesteryear, Peter Cetera’s “Glory of Love,” which some of you might know as the theme song from The Karate Kid Part II. “Glory of Love” was a certified hit, spending two weeks at number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in 1986. What can I say? It was a slow decade.

If you’re young and/or blessed enough to be completely oblivious to Peter Cetera, I’ll give you a little background information. As the singer for Chicago (one of the most overrated bands in the history of music), Cetera helped cement the group’s reputation as a “ballad band.” He wrote the schmaltzy (and totally destined for this list) “You’re the Inspiration,” which propelled Chicago’s imaginatively titled 17 to the top of the charts back in Nineteen-Eighty-Who-Gives-A-Fuck.

The 80s was a schmaltzy decade for music, although there was some great music being made then as well – a lot of it by R.E.M.. But there is no doubt in my mind that Peter Cetera was the King of 80s Schmaltz. I have this belief largely because Cetera was too schmaltzy even for my young 80s self, who owned not one but two Richard Marx albums on cassette (his self-titled debut, which featured “Don’t Mean Nothing,” a song so insipid it makes the Eagles seem like the Dead Kennedys; and, of course, Repeat Offender, which featured the smash single “Right Here Waiting,”). I had horrible taste in music when I was younger but even then, I had my limits.

First of all, when Peter Cetera sings, “I am the man who will fight for your honor” in that Muppety high tenor of his, the line carries about the same amount of credibility that George W. Bush did when he said he didn’t hate gay people, he was just for traditional marriage (I guess this week’s not-so-subtle political undertone is, “It’s fucking absurd that gay marriage isn’t legal in all fifty states”). I think even the most gullible woman on earth would have a hard time believing that Peter Cetera was capable of defending her honor against anything more threatening than a fruit fly.

And for that matter, let me ask something of the ladies: have you ever, even once in your adult life, swooned over a dude swearing to “fight for your honor”? What the fuck does that even mean? Cetera seems to be pulling some Don Quixote shit, and he hints at it later in the song when he sings, even more absurdly, “It’s like a knight in shining armor/ from a long time ago.” Ladies, if that’s the kind of verbiage that gets your knees knocking, I’ve written grocery lists that will make you melt.  After making the most oblique reference possible to “a knight in shining armor,” (seriously, he sings “It’s like a knight in shining armor.” But he never tells us what it is. You’re about to say, “Matt, ‘It’ is obviously love.” But that doesn’t make sense in light of the next line. Read on) Cetera then tells the lucky object of his affection, “Just in time, I will save the day/ take you to my castle far away.” So after he’s told this chick, in the second verse, that he could never make it alone, he now pulls the ol’ switcheroo by suggesting the his clearly codependent self is gonna “save the day.” From what? The only thing Peter Cetera could “save” you from is a day free of horrible, saccharine music.

“Glory of Love,” much like “(Everything I Do) I Like the Taste of Poo,” is a stunning example of the worst kind of poorly conceived, sickeningly executed love song. In its attempt to be poetic and passionate, it comes off as being cloying and smarmy, largely because Cetera didn’t put any fucking thought into these lyrics. He presumes, like a lot of dumb guys do, that his lovely lady is dreaming of a hero and he promises, with his impossibly 80s hair and whiny voice, to be that hero. Why? So they can live forever “knowing together/ we did it all for the glory of love.” I know what you’re thinking: “What did they do for the glory of love?” If you listen to the song, they apparently lived forever for the glory of love. That’s it. They just… hung around. Cetera conveniently avoids explaining precisely how this glorifies love, but that’s probably because he was too busy trying to shoehorn that fucking knight in shining armor trope into the song. I’ve got some news for you, Peter Cetera: knights in shining armor are about as romantic as turds in a martini shaker. Armor, for those of you who have never stopped for even a second to think about it, is really fucking heavy. If a dude were riding his mighty steed over to your house in order to sweep you off your feet in his nice, shiny armor, he’d work up such a sweat getting from his house to yours that he’d smell like the asshole of a dead rhinoceros by the time he got there. You’d be far more concerned with the glory of deodorant and breathable fabrics than the glory of love.

Any close examination of this song reveals it to be condescending at best and completely sexist (not to mention brick-stupid) at worst. Why assume women spend their time dreaming of a hero? Most of the heterosexual women I know are dreaming of a dude who will do the fucking dishes once in while, if they bother dreaming about dudes at all. And anyway, telling someone you’ll be what they’ve been dreaming of is dumb on at least two levels: first of all, you’re presuming to know what they’ve been dreaming of and second, what if they’ve been dreaming of Ted Bundy? We all have different heroes, Mr. Cetera. Some people’s heroes were the Ku Klux Klan.

We hardly need to discuss the actual music behind all this lyrical dross, but since our hands are already dirty, let’s pry open that shit sandwich too. The introductory keyboard part is pretty typical of shitty 80s ballads – I’m pretty sure “Schlocky Ballad” was  a factory preset on synthesizers back then. And, just like its retarded younger cousin “(Everything I Do) I Do It For You,” “Glory of Love” has a completely unnecessary guitar “solo” that makes me feel more than a little embarrassed for the instrument. Overall, the instrumentation is just one more feature of “Glory of Love” that convinces me that if you’re dreaming of a hero like Peter Cetera, you probably have self-esteem issues.

But, like I said before, “Glory of Love” was an unqualified success. This cloying, dumb, lazily written, sexist turd of a song was a smash hit in the 80s and I’ll let you form your own judgments about the kind of decade that would allow such a thing to happen.

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5 thoughts on “The Worst Songs I Have Ever Heard #12: “Glory of Love”

  1. Pingback: The Lazy Friday Mix: Good Love Songs « Bollocks!

  2. I admit “Glory of Love” didn’t have holy-shit-make-you-think-about-the-philosophy-of-life lyrics, but I truly believe songs are 90% music, 10% lyrics, unless you have no sense of music, which you don’t, because you cite REM as something good that came out of the 80’s. I shit turds with a higher quality of music than REM, and they got worse every day of their tone deaf career. The rest of your ranting purports to be a critique on Peter Cetera’s view towards women, which is another sign that you have no musical ear at all. The lyrics are indeed a simplistic view of romance, like the lyrics of pretty much every other love song ever written. To compensate for your not being able to appreciate music, you try in vain to come off as a music expert, cross examining lyrics of songs and frustrated because you can’t understand why everyone else liked “Glory of Love” and you didn’t. If someone spoke the words to “Glory of Love” you probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference from the recording. Go listen to some As I Lay Dying or the other musically talentless shit you listen to.

    • Dear Mr. Cetera,

      I am sorry that you took offense at my post about your horrible song, “Glory of Love.” I am also sorry that you got the impression that I view myself as “a music expert” because nothing could be further from the truth. If you read other posts on this site you’ll find that I go out of my way to say that whatever you read here is simply my opinion and nothing more. I fully acknowledge that my opinion of music does not matter (nobody’s opinion of music matters, come to that) and that music criticism in general is, at best, one of many kinds of literary masturbation. But I suppose I should thank you for lending my opinion extra weight by taking the time to react (and so negatively!) to it.

      I am interested in the new record you are making with your musical turds that you claim are better than R.E.M. – I would love to review it whenever it becomes available, presumably via one of those phone-ordering offers where you get 19 CDs worth of shitty ballads by people like you and/or REO Speedwagon for twelve easy payments of $9.99. I also enjoyed your comedic assertion that “everyone else” liked “Glory of Love” as it happens to be the case that you are the first person I have ever encountered who likes the song (but then, it’s your song. You have to love your kids, Pete, even the ugly ones).

      As for this band As I Lay Dying, I regret to inform you that I have never heard of them nor have I listened to their music. I asked around about them though, and the consensus seemed to be that, “They sound a lot like Peter Cetera.”

      In closing, Mr. Cetera, I hope you continue to enjoy your own music and all other songs that you think should only be 10% words.

      Sincerely,

      Chorpenning

  3. You clearly have no love in your life or are a bitter person bro,fyi “Glory of Love” is arguably one of the best songs of all time and Peter Cetera is an awesome singer,facts speak for themselves,you’re just taking a cheap shot and its pathetic,get a life bro!

  4. Because I don’t like a song, I “clearly have no love” in my life? Your metrics for a romantic life are questionable. Also: you should not care what strangers on the internet think of the things you like. Also also: I am not, nor will I ever be, your “bro.”

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