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After reading some reviews in this forum I really understood the magnitude of the light and influence of the mighty Hasselhoff. He has changed the life of a variety of people around the world: old and young, men and women, cancer survivors and junkies, italian monks and iraqui insurgents, even the unforgeteable gay peruvian.
It's good to know that I'm not alone when I think It's amazing how a man can reach so many hearts and transform so many souls with his astonishing, yet sublime, voice, and the sincere charm of his fashion.
I can tell you this: It surely enhanced my life and yes, I have my own story to share, even though it may not be nearly as incredible as the ones I read.
My name is Ed Asno, and I'm an active member of The Richard Dean Anderson Fan Club; for those of you who dare not to know he is the man behind the superb MacGyver... my own personal TV GOD. (I used to be in the Geraldo Rivera Fan Club but I quit when I find out he had an affair with Bette Midler... but that is another story.)
Well, as you can imagine, with the kind of TV icons I just mentioned it's difficult for The Hoff to be the only master of the industry. For me he is on the Top 5 most influential men to ever touch the face of earth, but little did I know that it would become an unbeatable number 1. As you all come to realize, a true genius has the power to transcend other horizons like a shooting star in the sky. And oh boy, this is how I find it out how the "Knight Rider" did it:
Herbie, the president of the Fan Club, threw a party at his house to show us his new memorabilia collection: "TV's Little Men, Big Souls", dedicated to Paul Fusco, the man and mind behind ALF, and Gary Coleman, the charming and somehow cute Arnold in Different Strokes.
At 5pm all of us were wasted on a high of pop tarts and kool aid when Herbie decided to change our lives forever: He put his radio shack speakers to the ultimate test: The one and only Very Best of David Hasselhoff.
Well, my friends, I just can say that It blew me away!!! The songs, the rithyms, the melodies, the holy voice, the chest hair. All the party, and with "ALL" I mean ¡The four of us!, just got into an abstarct, almost hypnotic mode that I had never, ever, felt before. The air started to smell like roses, the lights went dim, and the rush, oh my gosh, the rush was like (and forget my french) an orgasm.
Since that day my mind hasn't stop repeating the celestial lyrics of the master piece, the opera prima, Hot Shot City:

"11 o'clock we are ready to rock,
11 o'clock yeah we are ready to rock!
Hot Shot City in a Saturday Night
We are gonna party down into the morning light!"

David Hassehoff may not be Richard Dean Anderson, Geraldo Rivera, not even Tony Danza, but he surely is the savior of the music industry, a man who truly dare to go where no other has gone.

Make you a favor: Buy this album and get ready to rock and roll!!!!

Me and my man were cruising for a real romantic night on the town. We had left our 14 children with their grandfather, all though he has also a father to 2 of them...but thats another story. We headed to the local Walmart for our big date in our Chevy.

Had a little problem with opening the door cause Randy had padlocked it shut to keep the Racoons out of the door while it was in the trailer park. When we got to Walmart, Randy took me to the music counter for a big surprise. He had pre ordered a copy of David Hasselhoffs best of album. I was so excited I thought I would pee. Sadly, due to a little problem with Walmarts pre order system, they had forgotten to place it on their list and they had sold all 5 copies they had brought in within 2 months. I was devastated. However, Randy made it up to me by taking me to Dunkin donuts. It was the best night ever! I think I am now pregnant with my 15th child - who I am going to call David in honour of the Master!!! Hot Shot City is our theme song! Go the leather panted David!!

PS:Since I wrote this review I have given birth to a lovely little girl we honour with the name David.

When Nietzche posited this question, David Hasselhof wasn't even a zygote in his mother's ovaries. Following in the tradition of the great musical geniuses: Bach, Brian Wilson, Nik Kershaw and Michael Bolton - Hasselhoff nails his sails to the mast, puts his money in the ring and it's wrestling time.
I particularly like track 14, Hot Shot City a dynamic song. The lyric, an imagined romance between Kitt (the car from Knight Rider) and the "luscious Lancia" (from the film Herbie Goes To Monte Carlo), Hasselhof shows not just dynamic vocal range but an admirable grasp of the principles of the four-stroke internal combustion engine.
The Best Is Yet To Come is a Ronseal song, that does exactly what it says on the tin. It sets up an expectancy that lasts for the rest of this compilation.
"Je Taime Means I Love You" - Hasselhoff as language teacher? It could work. Before that I never understood what that Serge Gainsbourg was on about. Thanks Hassy.
"Flying On The Wings Of Tenderness" - I just love that image, I mean, what does tenderness look like? Magic. Hasselhoff as poet? Certainly.
"Du " disappoints slightly. I think it should be called "Du is the familiar second-person participle in German". Hasselhof as language teacher? Maybe he needs teacher training. Don't let this put you off. Buy this incredible CD.

I admit I have not listened to this album, in any physical sense.

Last night, I took a moderate amount of opiates and stretched out on a bed of fine silk. I was tired, physically and mentally. My new kitten, Whiskers, licked my hair until I fell into a small trance.

An angel borne upon the back of silver whale erupted from my ceiling and hovered before me, naked and imperious. The cherubic face of the angel shined down on me, and I began to weep. He said only one thing:

"Listen."

And I did. I stared into his face for the entire time, his smile an even better drug than I've ever experienced before, and I listened.

When I woke up, I knew, just KNEW, that the angel was David Hassehloff, and the beautiful music that played as he copulated with my soul was his latest CD.

So please, buy it.

Holly. Presley. Lennon. Bolan. Hendrix. Morrison. Cobain. Hasselhoff.

Why do the good die young? Sadly David is no longer with us, but this album will cement forever his place in Rock's Hall of Fame. The standards have been raised in Rock Balladry, and I will put my reputation on the line to state that they will never be breached.

David Hasselshaft was simply ahead of his time. He will be greatly missed.

God bless you, David.

I always ignored the works of David Hasselhoff, both as an actor and singer.
For me it always was a bit too high-brow.
The critically acclaimed television series "Knight rider" and "Baywatch" were far too complex for my taste.
As fascinating the friendship of Michael Knight and Kit in "Knight rider" was, they too often spoke in riddles, forgetting that those complex stories needed to be accessible and understandable for a television audience.
Hasselhoff never made an attempt to communicate with his audience, to simplify and translate things of his, strongly by performance art influenced, creation.

So I was pretty pre-judged by his singing project, expecting an experimental complex and complicated musical universe.
Having only recently come in terms with my dislike for serial composers like Pierre Boulez and Stockhausen and finally accepting my limited intellectual capabilties, I didn't want to confront myself with yet another inaccessible masterpiece.

True, "Do the limbo dance" requires a couple of listening sessions before it reveals its secrets.
Its dense and complex structure may be a turn of for most listeners, but I bid you to be patient, the glorious moment of recognition and comprehension will come and it is definitely the most powerful and convincing piece I heard in a very long while.

The rest of the tracks are surprisingly ear-friendly.
Though pretty complex in its instrumentation, the musical themes actually aren't that difficult to follow.
You could say, this might sound ridiculous, pop music is the biggest influence on this album.
"Hot shot city" is a good example of how Hasselhoff's creative and unorthodox writing couples with a nice upbeat pop-influenced musical jacket...surprisingly easy on the ear.

Hasselhoff didn't choose for strings and other acoustic instruments, instead he chose the synthesiser as main instrument.
A stroke of brilliance I must say, yes, I agree that synthesiser can add too much "high-cultur" to music, but Hasselhoff's music wouldn't sound right with the ordinary strings or other acoustic instruments, his dense musical structures are just too sophisticated for it.

I was pleasantly surprised by this album.
Yes, it is experimental, complex and, at times, it does require some serious and concentrated listening, but when you finally 'get it', it stays with you.
Highly recommended

When I was asked by a friend, what did i think of David Hasselhoff, I must say that I thought he was some kind of archaic 80's throwback with crappy music until I heard his "Best Of" album. My musical tastes changed forever! Before hearing this album, I listened to Death Metal, but now I can't get enough of David, the quintessential sound of East European pop music. David is the opitomy of cool, with the brilliant song "Do the Limbo Dance" emphasizing this marvellously. In the vivid and dynamic world of German pop music, this albums sets a new standard of excellence. This album by far evicerates all competition by idiosyncratic artistic tendencies. I would recommend it to anyone, even those who have either never heard of David (peace be upon him)*, or those who think David* is not their kind of thing. Sheer brilliance, and extremely melodic.

My God My God... Life is complete... I traded my AC/DC 'Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap' import for this aural ambrosia. I have never looked back (except to see if He, Mr Hassleboff, is at my behind)

I now know Kung-Fu AND no longer need physical nourishment. I have lost all fear of North Korean avian flu laden nukes raining down from surplus Iraqi lighter than air invisible strike planes.

After I listening to this magnificent masterpiece of musical melodies I folded up my tin foil hat and have boldly strode from my closet.

I now no longer fear THEM reading my thoughts... I want them to read them... I want them to hear my memories of Hazzzeldoff echoing within my cranium. I need them to hear Hungledorf's mastering of the musical domain and spew with me the cream da la crème of pleasure that currently and constantly streams from my very loins.

Further after having quaffed a fine frothy homebrew (actually I killed the whole keg without any sign of intoxication) to the beat of Hot Shot City (which is particularly good) I realized thanks only to Dingle Hosdapiss I could levitate, cure cancer, solve quantum physics, kiss my willy, speak Mandarin Chinese with my hamster, understand how Gore invented the internet, rewire my child's play phone to speak with the dead, and noticed that Dagu Hobledoff has every hair on his cherubim head flossed by angels.

I can only plead purchase this album, sit on the street and rock with the world to the Word of David Husslehog!!!

There are a few moments in every mans life which stand out as defining in his development as a human being, my botched attempt to perform my sons bris, the removal of my prehensile tail, and the day my ears were aurally sodomized by the sweet strains of "Hot Shot City". How could this teutonic titan have never made a dent in the US market? It's a sad commentary on the state of the American cultural landscape when such a rich miasma of sonic perfection is relegated to relative obscurity. Like Dante Alighieri, who had to be exiled from his beloved Florence to write his Inferno, so too Hasselhoff was exiled, not only from his Eden of Baltimore but his native land in order to bring his magnum opus to life. As the centuries wear on so too shall St. Hasselhoffenheimer in the canon that is graced with the likes of Bach, Beethoven, Stravinsky, and Falco. In closing, anyone who cannot appreciate the sheer genius and scope of this musical legacy, as well as the cinematic greatness of this master thespian Dr. Snapper Knight Buchanan is an intellectual retard.

David's musical career began in the 80's following on from his awesome acting abilities in the seminal `Knightrider'. The records he produced during these years were decades ahead of his contemporaries work. Better even than 'We Built This City on Rock and Roll' by Starship.

His talent made an incredible promise and instead of backing down from that promise he delivered and delivered and delivered for twelve years until the full implications of his delivery hit him: with his awe-inspiring rendition of the `Baywatch' theme, (track 8) he was finally staring into the wet, glistening jaws of genius.

"What about `Hot Shot City' ?!", I hear you cry. Well, let me tell you, David's performance on this song is particularly good. Originally released in 1993, this song re-introduced him to a wildly receptive American audience, instantly making him a huge musical celebrity. In fact, he is enjoying himself so much singing, that this song seems to be to him, the most important thing he has ever done in his own life, and the three minutes it lasts has to be among my finest ever life experiences too. I am certainly not ashamed to say I have had aural pleasure from David Hasselhoff.

This could be the most perfect set of songs, nay, pocket symphonies, ever recorded.
Simply blind-mowing.