Everyone has those few guilty pleasure songs on their playlists, I know I do. So the deal is that you have to filter through your playlist for the ten (or five or twenty, however many you like) most embarrassing songs on your playlist. You don't have to upload them, but if you want to, go for it. Then pass it on to whoever you want to; no set number.
Now before I took that long hard look at my playlists, I thought this could easily have been about dozens of songs. In the event, I struggled to find more than one, and that one's definitely got to be the single most embarrassing song included in the music collection of someone who fancies herself a rock chick first and foremost:
1. Celine Dion, My Heart Will Go On
I don't know what it's doing there. And I don't know why I can't bring myself to get rid of it. Perhaps it's got something to do with my partner in my last relationship declaring it to be 'our song' at one point (from which, of course, the relationship was doomed to failure)...I don't know. It's there, and it stays there...for now.
However, after having identified this as the most embarrassing song on my playlists, the hunt for others of similar ilk proved elusive. I have some Phil Collins, and Against All Odds is a terrible soundtrack to an even worse film, but is it properly embarrassing to have it as an mp3? I have the Bee Gees classic How Can You Mend A Broken Heart?, but it's offset and redeemed by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers's cover of it, in my opinion. There's the odd novelty song, including rants and four poofs singing about their enormous penis - should I feel embarrassed by those? I have Marilyn Monroe's breathy Happy Birthday Mr. President complete with JFK's response -- not one of her more musical triumphs but hardly cringe-worthy (except perhaps when you buy into the rumour that she was carrying on with him, his brother or both of them at the time). There's some Mud, The Rubettes, and The Sweet: poppy, innocuous, middle-of-the-road type music I grew up with in the seventies, which I didn't mind then and which I still don't mind today. And there are golden oldies like Hush, Hush, Hush, Here Comes The Bogeyman and The Teddybear's Picnic by Henry Hall & His Orchestra with its quaint and terribly precise 1930s diction...Then I found my candidate for second place:
2. Rolf Harris, Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport
Nowhere near as embarrassing as No. 1, but still...Rolf Harris?!
Actually, I'm listening to Ofra Haza at this very moment. Her songs are terribly sentimental, but because they're in Hebrew and sung in the Yemenite tradition, they're somehow more palatable than their lyrics should make them (if that makes any sense at all).
In an unrelated topic, I've noticed that I'm retaining some fluid -- my feet are normally quite boney, but now the one that's not in a cast looks rather swollen and the skin feels tight on it. I wonder if it might be a side effect from the injections I have to give myself every day in order to prevent the risk of thrombosis -- although it doesn't seem to list it?
And in yet another unrelated topic, although I said I would participate again this year, I don't know that I will have any new pictures to put up in wild_photos this weekend. I should have gone out and taken some before I went into hospital, really.