This morning at work (post-hug), I wanted to tell Nate the idea for my next blogpost. I had thought of it just a few minutes earlier, but racked my brain and couldn't remember. Turns out I had email stacking up in my inbox, so I stopped worrying about it.
But I quickly remembered in the parking garage. Because when I turned the ignition, my sound system kicked in, and the new Matchbox 20 CD was playing (Track 2).
I know. And I'm one of those guys who prides himself on knowing obscure bands. I also still buy CDs. In related news, I love to tell stories about how I know bands before they get popular, including:
- Vertical Horizon: found the original release of their CD (years ago) in a random bin at Barnes & Noble years before their lead singer shaved his head and their CD was re-released. I have the CD as proof.
- The Fray: I got set up on this "blind" date and we went and saw them open for Kyle Riabko back when they were recording their first album in Bloomington, IN .
- Train: okay, Doug--one of my college roommates--gets credit for finding them somewhere online in pre-Napster-gets-busted days.
- I'm sure there are others; I just don't want to bore you.
Note: I don't know that I'm helping my blog-cred or music-cred by mentioning the above bands (or by using the slang, 'cred,' for that matter).
Cut back to me, driving home from work, Matchbox 20 is playing. And yes, I'm singing along. Come on, this post is about guilty pleasures, and I couldn't remember about the blog idea when I was talking to Nate. I think it's because I completely block out some of these guilty pleasures until I experience them again.
To be fair, the idea of 'guilty pleasures' is not remotely original; in fact, some Indy natives recently wrote The Encyclopedia of Guilty Pleasures detailing their list of 1001 of them. But it's times like this morning when you suddenly realize that you love something that's socially unacceptable. Here's a short list of the ones I'm willing to admit to:
1. Matchbox 20: as mentiond before. Rob Thomas is a good songwriter. I own his solo album and those of Matchbox 20. There, I said it.
2. Fudge Rounds and Oatmeal Cream Pies. I used to eat these things in middle school when I was waiting for my mom to pick me up from 7th grade. You know, back before PTOs took the vending machines out of schools. I know that the "little" in Little Debbie is a lie and that she's probably huge or dead by now. But if I'm alone on a road trip, you can be sure that I'm picking up at least one of her soft, sugary mushpies.
3. MTV: I don't have cable, but I go to my sister and brother-in-law's house frequently, and they do.
4. Taco Bell: I'm pretty sure I'm not alone here. I think Taco Bell generates at least 40% of revenues on the loyal 'guilty pleasure' following that does drive-thru only. I used to love the Crunch Wrap Supreme, but I'm back to being a three soft tacos guy; sometimes I go for a burrito. Damn, I miss those twisty cinnamon things.
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