by technopagan78 » Sun Nov 17, 2002 8:09 pm
Oh dear, I still listen to Wilson Phillips, once in a while. But I did not buy what's her name's solo effort, Naked and Sacred, that's only a nasty and untrue rumor.
What's truly embarrassing for me is what's on my MP3 player. After all, not only did I buy the CD, I thought so much of it that I converted the tracks into MP3 files. Take a tour of my iPod and you will find hidden amidst my more mature choices (Dave Matthews Band's Crash, Cocteau Twins' Blue Bell Knoll, Diana Krall, Jane Siberry, and Talking Heads) such Bee Gee's gems as "Alone" and "One," as well as a Hall and Oats tribute set including "Can't Go For That," "One on One" and "Out of Touch." There's also a Devo set, a splendid collection of Madonna from both her early and later periods, and, of course, a sensitive collection of songs by the one and only brooding would be prince of the moors, Sting.
My housemate lives with strict instructions that in the event of my sudden and unexpected death he is to rewrite all of my hard drives. If that's not a testimony to the trust between us, I don't know what is.
Having now confessed just one of the many serious limitations of my character, may I also add for all the other aesthetically stunted kittens out there that it is better to taste good than to have good taste.
Technopagan