I can’t keep that sad post at the top of the blog, so in an effort to distract myself, I’m going to jump in on a fun meme that Kiki posted.
Five Songs I’m Embarassed to Admit I Like
(Yeah. SOOO embarassed that I’m posting these on the World Wide Web. Obviously my embarassment factor has greatly subsided since I began blogging…)
First up? Jose Cuervo by Shelly West. This is a cheesy drinking song which I will readily belt out at the Karaoke bar. Yes, I have done it and I will do it again. There isn’t a huge range of notes, so there’s no humiliating off-key adventures for the most part, and when sung confidently enough, will usually elicit a cheer and big round of applause from those already well on their way to feeling goooood. Sung best with a couple beers under one’s belt.
In the category of “I was ALWAYS way too damn old to enjoy this song, but I love it anyway, so sue me,” we have Hansen’s Mmmbop.
A rap/country duet. Of course I would get psyched about this kind of wierdness, but in my defense, Tim McGraw is HAWT so that justifies the whole thing. Nevermind the fact that the song consists of a grand total of four words. Just keep looking at Tim. And try not to even wrap your head around the fact that a tough rap artist wants to be known by the name of Laura Ingalls’ spoiled, bratty playground enemy.
I have no desire to be a cowboy, but I do love this song:
I also don’t feel that I am angry, cynical, bitter or wish to scare young children with creepy tales of the Sandman, yet somehow, this song makes this 40-something suburbanite want to bang her head.
Wanna play along? I’d love to see your embarassing faves!