
Oh Rod, Rod, Roddy McKuen, you honking huge school of fish swimming in a barrel, you and your seventies schlock New-Agey poetry leaves you SO open to ridicule.
"Home to the Sea" album is so jaw-droppingly awful I still have rug burns on my chin. It features the unapologetically maudlin Rod McKuen, teamed with the sometimes interesting (and sometimes McKuen-insipid) composer/arranger Anita Kerr. Rod’s claim to fame was penning poetry some found deep and meaningful, and others laughably pretentious. Did 70s guys REALLY get some action with the hippie chick wanna-bes by playing Rod McKuen’s painfully “relevant” albums? Impossible to fathom, even in those pre-AIDS, anything goes days.
Rod’s somnimbulistically soothing voice backed by crashing-wave sound effects could act as aural Ambien except for the fact that he occasionally drops these unwittingly pants-wetting hilarious lines that totally disrupt the snooze-inducing moment.
Let’s listen to the gloriously odd “Bathtub Surfing”, shall we? It's actually the cut I found the most entertaining. Listen to any of the rest of the tracks of "Home to the Sea" for the more comically bad stuff.

Home to the Sea - Warner Brothers WB 1764
Music by Anita Kerr/ Words by Rod McKuen

























