Reliving the More Appalling Parts of My Childhood

I'm spending my evening loading some of my more obscure cds onto iTunes--Jill Sobule, anyone?--and have hit the musical section. I can hardly be expected to upload without sampling as I go along, but oh my god, some of this stuff is so bad that I want to cry.

Jellicles can and jellicles do; jellicles do and jellicles can; jellicles can etc etc.

Awful.

ETA: Okay, Cats may have not held up to fifteen years of social development on my part, but I still kind of enjoy Phantom of the Opera. Even though it, too, sucks. I'm so embarrassed.