Confessions

Taking Poingly’s lead, I am also going to confess some guilty pleasures. Although no one can outdo the Dave Matthews Band, I, like Bodies of Water, love me some Venga Boys:

In fact, any poppy Euro house is totally my guilty pleasure. I grew up in Chicago, a city with more Polish people than anywhere except Warsaw. They love this stuff. Because of this experience I know some of the more popular DJs of Euro house and I can correctly order a Żywiec beer.

My second guilty pleasure is the Bee Gees. I love the early, non-disco Bee Gees specifically. And if you play some of those songs to people they think you are playing an obscure Beatles song. They are awesome, and their hairy, hairy chests are just a bonus.

I am not particularly guilty about either of these, though they are somewhat embarrassing. There are two I feel kind of guilty about.

I kind of like Prussian Blue? They’re a white supremecist folk duo. Who are children. In case this needs pointing out, I am not a white supremecist in any way. But I sing along with their catchy tunes and then get creeped out.

Finally, I like Toby Keith.  His lyrics are really awesome. They’re intentionally very funny and smart. Funny lyrics are my soft spot. That’s right, I called Toby Keith smart. Also, ballsy. I mean, when the Dixie Chicks criticized President Bush (and Toby Keith), their career tanked for a bit. But Toby Keith announced he is pro-Obama recently anyway, and there hasn’t been much backlash. This is making me feel a bit better about liking Toby Keith. I mean he’s one of the few democrats who is wearing flags and going overboard on patriotic lyrics, so I have to like that.

The first three are easy enough to keep a secret, but if I drink enough, and there’s a jukebox, I will be playing some Toby Keith. And maybe Big ‘n’ Rich. And singing along. Loudly.