Why am I about to do this?
Why am I about to completely open myself up for ridicule? Why am I about to share my Top 5 musical guilty pleasures when, when it comes down to it, it’s nobody’s business and I could save face by not doing so?
I suppose it’s because I’m here to entertain you. I’m nothing but your yuck monkey, and I thrive off your laughs.
Without further ado, and before I change my mind, here are my Top 5 musical guilty pleasures. If you want to make me feel better, you’ll add your own.
1. Justin Timberlake
Note, I in no way like N’Sync, nor do I care much for anything this guy did before his last album.
But my wife did purchase the album “FutureSex/LoveSounds,” and I will admit it right here, I’ve listened to it without her around. I get the song “LoveStoned” stuck in my head often.
There, I’ve admitted it. I’m a fan. I’m throwing Jonathan Owens under the bus, too. He’s a fan. Ha.
It gets worse.
2. Ace of Base
I have no reason to explain it, other than when I got to college at Stephen F. Austin State University in the fall of 1994, there was really only one radio station that didn’t play country (the rock stations out of Shreveport, La. didn’t always come in well either). It was a Top 40 station, and for some reason, they always played Ace of Base.
“The Sign,” “Beautiful Life,” “All That She Wants” are all too catchy for their own good.
I hate that I like it. I really do.
3. Garth Brooks
Growing up in a country town and going to a country high school in the early 1990s, I couldn’t help but hear Garth Brooks ALL THE TIME. “The Dance” played at my prom. “Friends in Low Places” was on every radio station (country and pop). He had that special on NBC.
He was everywhere, and I couldn’t escape him.
And while I managed to continue to dislike country music throughout high school, I developed a liking toward Brooks. Mind you, I enjoy “classic” country, like Hank Williams Sr. and Johnny Cash, but anything from Reba McIntyre, Brooks and Dunn or Alan Jackson makes me ill.
I’m not sure why Garth was any different. He just was.
I’d like to forget the era of the 80s hair band, and for the most part, I have.
Motley Crue was once cool, but listening to them now, they were kind of a joke. Same goes for Poison, Quiet Riot and a number of other so-called “heavy metal” bands from that era.
Perhaps the most Aqua-Netted glam band of the bunch was Cinderella, but for some reason, I chose them as “my band” as a 1980s tween.
I’ve heard a few songs on classic rock stations recently, and I’ll admit they sound dated, but I’m not totally turned off by them.
You may remember “Shake Me,” “Nobody’s Fool,” and “Somebody Save Me” if you’re a fan of that era. And who could forget the ballad “Don’t know what you got (till it’s gone)”
Ahhh, the 80s.
Honorable mention for 80s hair bands that didn’t totally suck: Ratt … uhm, that’s about it.
5. Paris Combo
I actually don’t feel bad at all about liking this band, and if anybody wants to poke fun at me for liking French jazz, go for it.
And while you’re at it, poke fun at the wife too, because she’s a fan as well.
We saw them at Festival Internationale in Lafayette, La., about 8-9 years ago, and they blew me away. We immediately bought the CD, and while I haven’t heard them much in the states (they were actually playing the CD at a restaurant in Dallas once), I hear they’re pretty big in France.
Here’s a sample of their music. I don’t understand a word, but I can pretty much sing along (with a lot of blah, blah, blahs thrown in).