Back in the 60s when A&R men lived on a diet of woodbines and acid it seemed anyone could waltz into a record company building, cover a Beatles number and be offered a recording contract on the spot. In Mrs. Miller's case her unique 'warbling' and ability to forget the words mid-track may also have helped. She may have sucked off the boss of Captiol Records with her dentures out too - we'll never know.
Anyway, I fookin' love it. Always have. Second worst singer to have ever lived after my Nan, but the guiltiest of guilty pleasures as opposed to anyone who feels ashamed to hide One Step Beyond and Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo! from their friends in case of a vicious hipster backlash. Shame on you.
Guilty pleasures are albums that give you pleasure but also make you feel guilty, usually because something about the music is dumb or clicheed -- either the clicheed lyrics or a complete lack of musical innovation or maybe even just too much swearing and general foulness (e.g. just about any hiphop). On a site built on the notion of musical discernment, those things will make you "guilty"...
...such as April Wine's awesomely kitschy, clicheed First Glance, or Boston's debut (chock full of really dumb lyrics but who gives a flying.. ) or Stompin' Tom Connors corn fest -- all guilty pleasures that make my top 100. _________________ Top Canadian songs, keyless entry remotes, home care, whatever...
I feel guilty when I put on something I know will bug the people around me, but that depends on the person, obviously. I suppose I feel a sort of guilt when I listen to very violent lyrics, like in Eminem's "Kim" or in a lot of gangster rap. That may be because my first instinct is to try to empathize with singers/rappers, even when they're just portraying characters. It's interesting cause I don't have anywhere near the same reaction to violence in movies (I love horror films, for example).
But guilt for listening to pop or cheese? Naw. I wish I could enjoy that kind of thing more. I see the simple bliss in my three-year-old's face when he's singing "Old MacDonald" and I wish I could get it back.
I view "guilty pleasures" as I know I'd get some sort of crap if I told everyone I enjoy said song or album. Not so much in being ashamed, more so of getting made fun of. _________________ ...and for dessert!
But guilt for listening to pop or cheese? Naw. I wish I could enjoy that kind of thing more. I see the simple bliss in my three-year-old's face when he's singing "Old MacDonald" and I wish I could get it back.
I love you, Space. I know you don't consider yourself to be a poptimist, but that quote was absolutely beautiful.
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