{"id":493582,"date":"2020-02-13T06:55:00","date_gmt":"2020-02-13T13:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/uncategorized\/uncategorized-news\/20-love-songs-we-never-want-to-hear-again-124452\/"},"modified":"2020-11-30T11:03:23","modified_gmt":"2020-11-30T18:03:23","slug":"20-love-songs-we-never-want-to-hear-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kqzr\/music-news\/20-love-songs-we-never-want-to-hear-again\/","title":{"rendered":"20 Love Songs We Never Want to Hear Again"},"content":{"rendered":"<div><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"ff-og-image-inserted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/rs-9535-20140212-vday-x1800-1392245745.jpg\" \/><\/div>\n<p>Looking to craft the perfect Valentine\u2019s mix for your beloved? Be sure to steer of clear these romantic cheddar bombs, all of which give love a bad name.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Chris de Burgh, \u201cLady In Red\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nIt\u2019s kind of fitting that this song was a hit in 1986, the height of the greed-is-good, conspicuous consumption Eighties; it\u2019s the ultimate trophy-wife ballad (barely edging out Eric Clapton\u2019s \u201cWonderful Tonight\u201d). The fake-glitz muzak sound is perfect for a cheaply sentimental song about a guy whose appreciation of the woman beside him seems to work in direct relation to how many other guys hit on her at a party. Then again, Google Image yourself some Chris de Burgh and you too may wonder why the Lady In Red was dancing with him at all.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/iFcuN2zI3u0?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Joe Cocker, \u201cYou Are So Beautiful\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nAllegedly dashed off by Beach Boy Dennis Wilson and fifth Beatle Billy Preston at a party, this song makes you wonder what those two were huffing. A longstanding punchline for exaggerated sitcom courtship routines, it strings its clich\u00e9s \u2013 \u201ca guiding light in the night,\u201d \u201cheaven\u2019s gift to me\u201d \u2013 around a title refrain qualified by \u201cto me,\u201d like the shameless singer is hedging his bet. Joe Cocker gives it his best spazzy Ray Charles croon. But we\u2019ll take the Cows\u2019 sludge-metal desecration any day.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/WvAr9umnZ54?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Elton John, \u201cCan You Feel the Love Tonight\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nErm, no, actually. Maybe if you\u2019re one of the animated big cats in <em>The Lion King<\/em>, the Disney film Sir Elton penned this cornball ballad for. \u201cIt\u2019s enough to make kings and vagabonds\/believe the very best\u201d he croons. If you say so, Reg. The rest of us believe this could be your all-time cheesiest moment.<\/p>\n<p><!-- .l-article-content__pull--left --><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/KjgWWjkNbhU?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Extreme, \u201cMore Than Words\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nWith their Rapunzel hair and chiseled cheekbones, you wouldn\u2019t kick Extreme out of bed for eating crackers. But you might kick them out of bed for being assholes. \u201cMore Than Words\u201d packages metal-creep chauvinism in sensitive acoustic shrink-wrap. \u201c\u2018I love you\u2019 is not the words I want to hear from you,\u201d they sing. What is the words they want to hear? How about something along the lines of <em>fuck me<\/em>. Just don\u2019t say it with your mouth. Say it with your passive, wordless compliance.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/UrIiLvg58SY?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>One Direction, \u201cLittle Things\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nOn this acoustic valentine (written by Fiona Bevan and Ed Sheeran), the teen-pop gods congratulate themselves for loving you despite your manifest imperfections. Harry Stiles sings: \u201cYou never want\/To know how much you weigh\/You still have to squeeze into your jeans\/But you\u2019re perfect to me.\u201d Well, not <em>perfect<\/em> perfect. More like, ya know, fat. Harry, your depth frightens us.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/xGPeNN9S0Fg?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Dave Matthews Band, \u201cCrash Into Me\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nDave Matthews has always had kind of had a sex-panther side, and there\u2019s nothing wrong with that. But his most popular love song obliterates the fine line between sexy and icky. The melody is pretty, the passion undeniable, the vocals fragile and hopeful. But when he sings, \u201chike up your skirt a little more and show your world to me,\u201d he suddenly flips from sweet singer-songwriter to pervy happy hour stalker. Hey ladies, on the way to the parking lot, don\u2019t forget your mace!<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/k7in-9E3ImQ?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Phil Collins, \u201cGroovy Kind of Love\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nA hit for British Invasion band the Mindbenders in 1965, \u201cGroovy Kind of Love\u201d was a sweet, slight Brill Building pop ballad. Collins must\u2019ve have thought he was adding seriousness and sophistication by replacing the original\u2019s buoyant innocence with a stolid delivery and weirdly lachrymose, painfully Eighties synths. But all he did was give a groovy little song a full-on grooviness enema.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/HsC_SARyPzk?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Bad English, \u201cWhen I See You Smile\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nWhen Journey went on hiatus toward the end of the Eighties, keyboardist Jonathan Cain and guitarist Neil Schon formed Bad English with John Waite of the Babys on vocals \u2013 and went on to achieve levels of cheesy terribleness their other band had barely approached. No blow-dried power ballad ever did it bigger, dumber, emptier or gloppier than \u201cWhen I See You Smile,\u201d a love letter to a girl who never forgets to bring an umbrella along on dates (\u201cAnd when the rain is falling, I don\u2019t feel it \u2019cause you\u2019re here with me now\u201d). Waite\u2019s herniated vocals make Steve Perry sound like Al Green.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/cu6pclWsxzs?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Celine Dion, \u201cMy Heart Will Go On\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nKate Winslet recently admitted that Celine Dion\u2019s monstrously popular theme song from <em>Titanic<\/em> makes her \u201cfeel like throwing up,\u201d and even Dion herself didn\u2019t want to record the song when she first heard it. Hearing that misty, leprechaun-tinged flute intro is sort of the polar opposite of hearing the opening chords of \u201cSatisfaction\u201d or the snare hit that starts \u201cLike a Rolling Stone\u201d \u2013 instant recognition followed by immediate terror.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/WNIPqafd4As?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Jim Croce, \u201cTime in a Bottle\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nA sugar-crusted, plinky-plonky slow waltz in which the singer would like to \u201csave every day\/\u2019til Eternity passes away\/just to spend them with you\u201d \u2013 and makes you feel that eternity crawling as you wait for the song to end. Unlike Croce\u2019s \u201cI\u2019ve Got a Name,\u201d which received a new lease on life in <em>Django Unchained<\/em>, not even Tarantino could redeem this one.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/dO1rMeYnOmM?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>John Mayer, \u201cYour Body Is a Wonderland\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nRiding a featherweight groove with barely enough reggae bump to catch a second-hand buzz, this teddy-bear come-on tosses out greeting-card metaphors (\u201cporcelain skin\u201d is lazy, but \u201cbubblegum tongue\u201d? \u2013 c\u2019mon, dude), then lapses into a fluff-jazz instrumental break that might put even Katy Perry to sleep. As midday hook-up anthems go, give us \u201cAfternoon Delight\u201d any day.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/N5EnGwXV_Pg?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Stevie Wonder, \u201cI Just Called to Say I Love You\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nStevie Wonder has always had a taste for treacle. (All together now: \u201cThere\u2019s a ribbon in the sky for our looove\u2026\u201d) But in most cases, his melodic grace and all-around musical genius redeems the schmaltz. Not so this 1984 smash, whose ticky-tacky rhythm track sounds like a Casio keyboard preset. Toss in the unfortunate lyrics, which range from laughably maudlin (\u201cNo chocolate covered candy hearts to give away\u201d) to inscrutable (\u201cNo Libra sun\/No Halloween\u201d).<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/1bGOgY1CmiU?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Bryan Adams, \u201c(Everything I Do) I Do It for You\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\n\u201cThere\u2019s nowhere unless you\u2019re there,\u201d bleats Bryan Adams, sounding like a cross between an asthmatic mountain goat and, uh, Bryan Adams. How true that was in the summer of 1991, when this soul-crushing theme song from\u00a0<em>Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves<\/em>\u00a0was inescapable, topping the charts worldwide. (Its 16 straight weeks at Number One in Britain was an all-time U.K chart record.) Bonus demerits for the video, which features many clips of Kevin Costner, looking dewy-eyed and \u201cromantic,\u201d and wearing tights.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Y0pdQU87dc8?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Dan Fogelberg, \u201cLonger\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nFogelberg told an interviewer that he wrote his biggest hit while lying in a hammock in Hawaii \u201clooking up at the stars.\u201d \u201cThis song was drifting around the universe,\u201d Fogerberg recalled, \u201cand I decided I\u2019d give it a good home.\u201d Somebody \u2013 the stars, the universe \u2013 effed-up bad. \u201cLonger\u201d plays like a parody of a parody of sensitive singer-songwriter schlock, from The Folg\u2019s wimped out vocals to its \u201cpoetry.\u201d (\u201cMountain cathedral\u201d rhymes with \u201cforest primeval.\u201d) The song clocks in at 3:15 but feels \u2013 you guessed it \u2013 much, much longer.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/5Go6I2_PpBU?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Jewel, \u201cYou Were Meant for Me\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nHere are some things Jewel does in her 1996 folk-pop megahit: She paints a smiley face on her breakfast plate with egg yolks. She puts on her coat in the pouring rain. (Usually better to put on the coat before heading out, but no matter.) She consoles a cup of coffee. Yep, consoles. She puts on her \u201cPJs.\u201d She brushes her teeth and puts the cap back on. Who said romance was dead?<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/fGj77BrEgj4?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>James Blunt, \u201cYou\u2019re Beautiful\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\n\u201cMy life is brilliant,\u201d declares James Blunt. Good for you, holmes, but your song is wack. When it comes to the squishiest unrequited love ballad of the 21st century, it\u2019s tough to say what\u2019s more annoying: the drama-queen stalker lyrics, the whiney vocal tone, or the syrupy melody. And that\u2019s not to mention the ridiculous beefcake video, where Blunt strips in the snow and then jumps off a cliff \u2013 an act that might feel more tragic if it wasn\u2019t shot like an underwear ad.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/oofSnsGkops?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Seal, \u201cKiss From a Rose\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\n\u201cA Kiss From A Rose\u201d works its soaring, soft-soul magic by slamming together some truly epic metaphor mixology: \u201cLove remained a drug that\u2019s the high and not the pill.\u201d \u201cDid you know, that when it snows my eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.\u201d Maybe Heidi Klum not being a native English speaker had something to do with Seal\u2019s success wooing her.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/yivLt9cTaio?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>All-4-One, \u201cI Swear\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nOriginally a country hit for singer John Michael Montgomery, the became one of the biggest songs of the Nineties when All 4 One remade it as an R&amp;B slow-jam. The melisma at the end is utterly out of control and there\u2019s something odd about the distance between the youthful, puppy-love delivery and the iron-clad eternal promise of the lyrics: \u201cfor better or worse\/Til death do us part.\u201d Um, really? Death? Let\u2019s see how junior prom goes and work from there.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/25rL-ooWICU?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u2018N Sync, \u201c(God Must Have Spent) A Little More Time on You\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nThat God, always thinking of Justin Timberlake and his specifications for dateable women. What a bro. Weirdly, though, \u2018N Sync chose to honor God\u2019s girl-making glory with this lilywhite, wafer-thin ballad, proof that the soulman deep down inside young J.T. was a few years away from assuming possession over his corporeal self.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/-fxh7jAJR8U?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Savage Garden, \u201cTruly Madly Deeply\u201d<\/strong><br \/>\nWith a <em>Calgon, take me away<\/em> synth-suds track, an aromantic classical guitar solo and the indelible poetry, \u201cI want to stand with you on a mountain\/I want to bathe with you in the sea\/I want to lay like this forever\/Until the sky falls down on me,\u201d Australian pop duo Savage Garden oozed their way to the top of the charts in the spring of 1997. And the sky just refused to fall on it; \u201cTruly Madly Deeply\u201d stayed on the charts for 123 weeks. Stupid sky.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/WQnAxOQxQIU?version=3&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com&amp;rel=1&amp;fs=1&amp;autohide=2&amp;showsearch=0&amp;showinfo=1&amp;iv_load_policy=1&amp;wmode=transparent\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\">[embedded content]<\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>And just in case you want to listen to these 20 schmaltzy sweetheart tunes one last, terrible time, we made you a playlist. You\u2019ve been warned.<\/p>\n<div class=\"pmc-contextual-player\">\n<h3>Popular on Rolling Stone<\/h3>\n<\/div>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/music\/music-news\/love-songs-valentines-day-playlist-124452\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">via:: Rolling Stone<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Looking to craft the perfect Valentine\u2019s mix for your beloved? Be sure to steer of clear these romantic cheddar bombs, all of which give love a bad name. Chris de Burgh, \u201cLady In Red\u201d It\u2019s kind of fitting that this song was a hit in 1986, the height of the greed-is-good, conspicuous consumption Eighties; it\u2019s [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[56],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-493582","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-music-news"},"acf":[],"publishpress_future_action":{"enabled":false,"date":"2026-06-24 21:09:17","action":"change-status","newStatus":"draft","terms":[],"taxonomy":"category","extraData":[]},"publishpress_future_workflow_manual_trigger":{"enabledWorkflows":[]},"distributor_meta":false,"distributor_terms":false,"distributor_media":false,"distributor_original_site_name":"KQZR - The Reel","distributor_original_site_url":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kqzr","push-errors":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kqzr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/493582","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kqzr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kqzr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kqzr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kqzr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=493582"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kqzr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/493582\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":498009,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kqzr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/493582\/revisions\/498009"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kqzr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=493582"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kqzr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=493582"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kqzr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=493582"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}