Choosing my confessions - musical pleasures probably best left unstated
At my age and position in life, any street cred or vestige of coolness is mostly a wispy memory akin to 45 RPM singles and packs of baseball cards containing cardboardesque bubble gum. With this confession, any hope or dream for returning to coolsville is shot.
I enjoy listening to Enya at work (at least for 10 to 20 minutes at a time).
I think that Kelly Clarkson's 'Since you've been gone' is a great song. I even sing along with the chorus when I'm sure I'm alone and even my dog can't hear me.
I've always loved 'Sugar Sugar' by the Archies, even more than the wonderful cover by Wilson Pickett.
I still think that MMMMM-Bop by the Hanson boys is nearly perfect pop music.
I also sing along with REM's stupidist, cheesiest song ever - 'Shiny Happy People'.
I still own my copy of Iron Butterfly's epic 'Inna Gadda Da Vida', which probably should have been listed as one of the worst songs ever.
I love the Go-Go's song 'Our lips are sealed' despite one of the worst videos ever made to go along with the song. The lip synching is atrocious..
Finally, and now even my dog Sparky is embarrassed by this, the Backstreet Boys, 'Shape of My Heart' has this wonderful chorus that always gets to me.
I'm not sure there are enough rosary beads and Hail Mary's to balance all that out...