It’s the shame game. And I’m going to play it. This blog was prompted by a long winded discussion I had with a mate about our shameless (and by shameless, I mean shameful) love of a small selection of pop beats aimed at a demographic that is not us.
I’m talking Taylor Swift, Love Story
I’m talking Whigfield, Sexy Eyes
I’m talking Justin Timberlake, dead and gone.
Yes. I went there.
Coming from one who is more into the more alternative, new music, and one who would rather listen to nails down a black board than listen to “RiRi” and “LMFAO” LFMAO - LOFMA - L… what ever it is, this is quite a revelation.
And do you know what? I have no shame in the strong desire to buy tickets to Hanson’s latest tour.
Don’t judge me.