Guilty Pleasures
I’ve mentioned several times here and in podcasts about the music club I’m in at work. If not, or as a memory refresher, a bunch of us get together once a month with a copy of an 8-12 (or so) song mix. I’ve gotten a lot of really kick butt music and they’re all a blast to hang with.
We don’t usually have a theme, but this month one of the folks threw out the idea of a Guilty Pleasure mix. Everyone jumped on it.
For me, I don’t feel guilty about my music so I called my mix:
Songs For Whom I Have Had To, At One Time Or Another, Mount A Defense To Justify My Affection For Them.
Read the rest of this entry and then (everyone!) liberally post the songs that (paraphrasing another member of the club) make you keep your car windows up, sunglasses on, and your volume carefully controlled.
Post anonymously if your digital Celine Dion catalog is that humiliating.