You know what’s really so five minutes ago?? Being ashamed of liking certain songs. Yes, I’m speaking to my particular love of many one-hit wonders of the world. Don’t get me wrong, I love many artists that are “quality” music (or my years of reading Rolling Stone tells me this is so). The kind that folks put in their Facebook profiles to garner admiration, or the types of bands that people name-drop on first dates, to make themselves seem hip and cool. Yes, some of my favorite artists of all-time are Van Morrison and Tom Petty and Bruce. And recently, I even went to a Passion Pit and The National concert and enjoyed myself immensely, with some other ahead-of-the-curve music goers.
But at the end of the day, when I want to be by myself with my music — I’ll put on a playlist of some true unabashed favorites. Some Bruce Hornsby, a little Huey Lewis and the News, Peter Gabriel, and Steve Winwood — and yes, I have loved his “Back in the High Life Again” CD ever since I was in elementary school. The cover is framed on my bedroom wall, and I have a Pandora station called “Higher Love” — and no, it’s not gospel.
You might think you see a theme — 80s. WRONG. Interspersed with these selections, my favorite iTunes playlist boasts a plethora of haphazard wonders, mostly Shazaamed with my iPhone in my local Duane Reade. Songs like “Rock Me Amadeus” by Falco and “New York Groove” by KISS. Songs like “Lido Shuffle” by Boz Scaggs and “Our Love is Like a Holiday” by Michael Bolton (yes, you heard me — I love this song.) And, the icing on the cake of course, is Hanson. Three talented girly-like men, who just know how to play their own instruments in an infectiously talented sort of way. I’ve been MMMbopping my way through runs for years, I hope to MMMbop for many years to come.
Why the shame around admitting that people secretly love what society calls “crappy” music?? Guilty music pleasures are so passé. My music makes me happy, and at the end of the day, that’s all that matters to me.