Odds, Ends & Others
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hiddenmuseToday, I was reading the Riverfront Times {http://www.riverfronttimes.com}, a local alternative weekly, because a girl's gotta get her dose of Dan Savage's column. ;)
Anyways, I came across an article about musical Guilty Pleasures, which has me wondering ... what are YOUR guilty pleasures?
Musical Guilty Pleasures
As the article says ... "You can sit around and listen to Average White Band and eat Moon Pies and watch Touched By An Angel all day long, and nobody has the right to judge you.
"But everyone will. And you know it. Whether it's a truck driver with a Kate Bush jones, a hip-hop head with the complete John Denver oeuvre, a punk-rocker who has his kid sister buy Avril Lavigne CDs for him or the concert pianist who can karaoke "Back In Black" without a cheat sheet, everyone has that secret kink, that strange taste that stands in utter contrast to his public persona."
With that ... let's talk musical guilty pleasures. What do you consider to be one of your guilty pleasures? Show me yours - I'll show you mine! ;)
I know, my lust for BNL is probably obvious. As is my thing for 'alternative' music. (Whatever *alternative* is, right?) So, my guilty pleasures, while not so guilty, are still probably a bit incongruent with me, and the persona I seem to present here.
I dig Neil Diamond. I secretly have for years ... even if it was only a couple of songs. It's not easy for a misfit that wants to fit in to openly admit to liking "Cherry Cherry" or "Sweet Caroline", and that's exactly where I was in high school.
If you've seen the film Tommy Boy, you're probably familiar with the scene where Chris Farley and David Spade are on their business trip, driving into the next town and looking for something to listen to on the radio. They come across nothing, except for the Carpenters' "Superstar". When they hear it, they both act disgusted and talk about how they hate the song. Yet, when the camera pans back to them, they're singing along and crying. That's *exactly* how I was (and have been) towards my liking Neil Diamond. I'd never admit it, but the second I hear "Sweet Caroline", I'd be singing along.
I like KISS. Gene Simmons is a disturbing and creepy geezer who hit on my girlfriend once. Paul Stanley looks better *with* the makeup, but oh Gord, he's got an amazing voice. (Why else would he play the Phantom in the Toronto production of Phantom Of The Opera a few years back?) Swear to God. I am an admitted feminist, but I have nothing against dancing around the apartment singing along to "Christine Sixteen" or "Calling Dr. Love". And "Strutter"? Fuck yeah. *eg*
I like boy bands. I'd never put out my own money for a Backstreet Boys CD - that's what birthdays and Christmas are for - you get other people to do it for you! I could buy Christina Aguilera or Jessica Simpson under the pretenses of getting it for my sister - although the new Christina Aguilera ... that's like buying a porno mag at the newsstand. Granted, you won't see me getting all gushy over one of the interchangable parts that comprise the average boy band, but I'd admit that sometimes, you just want to go on vacation musically. And you're not exactly gonna get there listening to to Leonard Cohen or Barenaked Ladies.
I'm into Metallica. That's probably known already ... but for those playing along at home, I'm one of those despised Metallica fans. I got into them circa Metallica (the Black Album), but kinda got out of the whole Metallica-lust thing circa Napster. I think that Jason Newstead was smart in leaving when he did, that Lars Ulrich is an idiot, and that Kirk Hammett is hot in that way that bi men are uniquely do-able. :-x
I know, any or all of these will have me branded as a "loser" or a "geek for life" - and that's okay.
When I grow up, I want to be a shill for Blowfish. In the meantime, I'll just be pimping for them in my lj from time to time.
Until January 1, 2003, they're having a 15% off after-Christmas sale. They say that there are a few exceptions, but if you're looking for that toy that Santa didn't leave in your stocking, or you want some lube to go with those toys and DVDs ... or even some toys and DVDs to go with your lube ... get thee to: http://www.blowfish.com and have fun! :)
Anyways, I came across an article about musical Guilty Pleasures, which has me wondering ... what are YOUR guilty pleasures?
As the article says ... "You can sit around and listen to Average White Band and eat Moon Pies and watch Touched By An Angel all day long, and nobody has the right to judge you.
"But everyone will. And you know it. Whether it's a truck driver with a Kate Bush jones, a hip-hop head with the complete John Denver oeuvre, a punk-rocker who has his kid sister buy Avril Lavigne CDs for him or the concert pianist who can karaoke "Back In Black" without a cheat sheet, everyone has that secret kink, that strange taste that stands in utter contrast to his public persona."
With that ... let's talk musical guilty pleasures. What do you consider to be one of your guilty pleasures? Show me yours - I'll show you mine! ;)
I know, my lust for BNL is probably obvious. As is my thing for 'alternative' music. (Whatever *alternative* is, right?) So, my guilty pleasures, while not so guilty, are still probably a bit incongruent with me, and the persona I seem to present here.
I dig Neil Diamond. I secretly have for years ... even if it was only a couple of songs. It's not easy for a misfit that wants to fit in to openly admit to liking "Cherry Cherry" or "Sweet Caroline", and that's exactly where I was in high school.
If you've seen the film Tommy Boy, you're probably familiar with the scene where Chris Farley and David Spade are on their business trip, driving into the next town and looking for something to listen to on the radio. They come across nothing, except for the Carpenters' "Superstar". When they hear it, they both act disgusted and talk about how they hate the song. Yet, when the camera pans back to them, they're singing along and crying. That's *exactly* how I was (and have been) towards my liking Neil Diamond. I'd never admit it, but the second I hear "Sweet Caroline", I'd be singing along.
I like KISS. Gene Simmons is a disturbing and creepy geezer who hit on my girlfriend once. Paul Stanley looks better *with* the makeup, but oh Gord, he's got an amazing voice. (Why else would he play the Phantom in the Toronto production of Phantom Of The Opera a few years back?) Swear to God. I am an admitted feminist, but I have nothing against dancing around the apartment singing along to "Christine Sixteen" or "Calling Dr. Love". And "Strutter"? Fuck yeah. *eg*
I like boy bands. I'd never put out my own money for a Backstreet Boys CD - that's what birthdays and Christmas are for - you get other people to do it for you! I could buy Christina Aguilera or Jessica Simpson under the pretenses of getting it for my sister - although the new Christina Aguilera ... that's like buying a porno mag at the newsstand. Granted, you won't see me getting all gushy over one of the interchangable parts that comprise the average boy band, but I'd admit that sometimes, you just want to go on vacation musically. And you're not exactly gonna get there listening to to Leonard Cohen or Barenaked Ladies.
I'm into Metallica. That's probably known already ... but for those playing along at home, I'm one of those despised Metallica fans. I got into them circa Metallica (the Black Album), but kinda got out of the whole Metallica-lust thing circa Napster. I think that Jason Newstead was smart in leaving when he did, that Lars Ulrich is an idiot, and that Kirk Hammett is hot in that way that bi men are uniquely do-able. :-x
I know, any or all of these will have me branded as a "loser" or a "geek for life" - and that's okay.
When I grow up, I want to be a shill for Blowfish. In the meantime, I'll just be pimping for them in my lj from time to time.
Until January 1, 2003, they're having a 15% off after-Christmas sale. They say that there are a few exceptions, but if you're looking for that toy that Santa didn't leave in your stocking, or you want some lube to go with those toys and DVDs ... or even some toys and DVDs to go with your lube ... get thee to: http://www.blowfish.com and have fun! :)
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Date: 2002-12-23 08:02 pm (UTC)i like nancy sinatra. yes, these boots were made for walkin'
i have a britney spears cd. its wrong i know, but the girl has an ass that wont quit.
oh, im quite the alt rock chick normally, so this ruins all my indie cred when i say i have a HUGE thing for late 80s/early 90s hair metal. poison, motley crue, warrant, la guns, skid row. aww yeah.