Recently my buddy Josh was in town.  We were making one of our world famous road trips to see some live music.  This road trip involved 7 people heading down to Nashville, Tennessee, not Indiana.  I only head to Nashville, Indiana when I am antiquing.   Anyway, we were heading down there to see The Black Crowes and take in the local music scene.  I will tell you about that trip another time.  As always when Josh is home and all of “the guys” get together we talk about the girls we did not get in high school, predict how long it will be before Josh is throwing up from excessive drinking and music.

On this particular night the topic turned to musical guilty pleasures.  My definition of a musical guilty pleasure is a song or a band that you really like but would prefer not to let anybody else know you like.  The kind of music you will turn up extra loud and sing to in your car but the kind of music you turn down when you pull up to a stop light because you do not want the car next to you to know you like that “crap”.  The kind of music that would ruin your “street cred”.  I am not sure if you know this about me but I have considerable street cred when it comes to music and I cannot risk my image being tarnished by someone hearing me singing along to “Step By Step” from The New Kids On The Block.  With all of that being said I think musical guilty pleasures are great and everyone should have some.  If you claim to to have no guilty pleasures then all of your music is probably guilty and not a pleasure.

As I said earlier I typically do not let me people know about my guilty pleasures and if someone spots them on my iPod I claim ignorance and act like I have no idea how those songs could have ever ended up on my iPod.  The truth is I know exactly how those songs ended up on my iPod and I never want them to leave my iPod.  I need those songs.  There are days when those steaming piles of shit mean as much to me as Bob Dylan, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles or Otis Redding mean to me.  Some days I do not have it in me to dedicate 22 minutes and 15 seconds to listen to the Allman Brothers sing “Whipping Post” from Live at Fillmore East.  I tell you what I do have time for and that is the sweet sounds of Kelly Clarkson singing “Since U Been Gone” or “Behind These Hazel Eyes”.  I cannot get enough of those songs or Kelly Clarkson.  There are times when I like to listen to the seminal album Sweetheart of the Rodeo by the Byrds and there are other times when there is nothing better than The Little River Band.  That is right I love the Little River Band and own their Greatest Hits.  I am sure you are wondering how could they have an entire album of so called “hits”.  They do and it is great.  I dare you tell me you do not like “Take it Easy on Me”, “Help is on the Way” or my personal favorite “Cool Change”.  My guilty pleasures do not stop there.  REO Speedwagon, Justin Timberlake, Candlebox, Extreme, Journey and many many more bands that I will keep to myself at this point.  And while I am laying all of my cards on the table I love the TV show Glee and watch it every single week.

I think I have revealed enough of my darkest most embarrassing secrets for one week.  I am sure next week I will be back to telling you how great my taste in music is and how bad your taste in music sucks until then I am going to listen to some Rick Springfield no wait I mean I am going to listen to The White Album.

Later,

Nick

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