Wednesday, February 26, 2014

I Play My Stupid Songs, I Write These Stupid Words

People seem to like discussing "guilty pleasures". Everything from men binge-watching The Bachelor (and crying), to women lip-synching Adele songs in the mirror (and, again...crying). They're the things we're ashamed to like, so that's what we call them - our guilty little pleasures. Especially when it comes to music.

But I'll be honest. I feel guilty about NOTHING. I like what I like; I do what I do. Let's drop that damn guilty pleasure title and be honest with each other. I'll start. I have a pretty long list of musical likes that other people would certainly feel guilty about, so let me get some of those out in the open:

I dig the Spice Girls. Always have. Mel B. was my uber crush, and I even dressed as her for Halloween in grade 9 (don't ask how it turned out. Just don't.). I can still remember every word to their first album, and some of the dances - no shame. None.

Estro-generation X

Apparently I dig Brit chicks, because then there was All Saints. In fact, my all-girl group that I created when I was 14 (see blog post for full admission) was an attempt at being an edgier, heavier All Saints. And no, you can not hear the tapes. I likely burned them.

Of course, there was also my Backstreet Boys phase. Before anyone else ever knew much about them, I was obsessed. Hence the website. That love may be long (loooong) past, but I recently learned that I still know the words and am happier than a pig in shit to belt 'em out in public. Never cared about any other boy bands, however. Odd.

Dear 13-year old Kris - you never end up marrying AJ. (You'll get over it.)

Some of my past so-called guilty pleasures weren't always so guilt-causing. You know those bands that everyone liked for awhile, and then they became like the plague (Limp Bizkit, Korn, anything Nu Metal, etc).We can all admit that when those songs come on, the happily nostalgic part of our brains makes us enjoy it. And sing along. Loudly. Often with awkward dancing. And why the hell not?!

I was the little girl who listened to metal, alternative, classic rock, grunge, prog-rock, et al... but I was never embarrassed when people would see a Spice Girls album underneath Tool's Aenima, or (briefly) a poster of AJ McLean wedged between Chino Moreno and Zack De La Rocha.

I currently get made fun of for still liking Skid Row, but it doesn't stop me. Hair metal will always have a special place in my heart. And how anyone can not like Motley Crue's Shout at the Devil album or GNR's Appetite For Destruction is just beyond me. But then my fellow hair band lovers may mock me for loving the Deftones, A Perfect Circle, Fleetwood Mac or Zeppelin. And my metal fan friends definitely hate my folk musicians. Bottom line: everything you like will be hated or judged by someone else. But screw it - our personal tastes are subjective, relative, and completely our own prerogative.

So, now it's your turn. Tell me your guilty musical pleasures, and make 'em not-so-guilty anymore. This is a non-judgemental space. We're not cool - we don't expect you to be.

Go for it. Spill. I'll be over here, dancing to Spice Girls.


1 comment:

Justin Baisden said...

I used to feel guilty about how much I enjoyed N'Sync's music in my late teens/early twenties. Nowadays I could care less, most likely due to a combination of Justin Timberlake being a God (IMHO) and me being old enough not to care about someone else's opinion on my music taste.

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