Don't Stop Believin'!

Hey, La Parisienne, here's a hilarious writeup about the classic Journey song (and about so-bad-it's-good cheesy musical schlock in general):

I also can't help quoting this glorious bit:

Schlock, at its finest, is where bad taste becomes great art. Schlock is music that subjugates all other values to brute emotional impact; it aims to overwhelm, to body-slam the senses, to deliver catharsis like a linebacker delivers a clothesline tackle. The qualities traditionally prized by music critics and other listeners of discerning taste — sophistication, subtlety, wit, irony, originality, "experimentation" — have no place in schlock. Schlock is extravagant, grandiose, sentimental, with an unshakable faith in the crudest melodrama, the biggest statements, the most timeworn tropes and most overwrought gestures. Schlock’s supreme pop-music form is the power ballad ...