don't try to save me

[saffronhare]

For I am an unrepentant slave to the Top 40 Beat. I have a lot of friends with fabulous taste in music, which they share with me, and which I like.

In high school, it was the friend who played nothing but Squeeze. And another friend, later, who got me into Yaz and The Cure. In my first year of college, it was the boyfriend who made cassette tapes for me (remember those?) with songs from Velvet Underground and The Band. These days, it's stuff like Nine Inch Nails, Olympia's Daughters, The Elders and the incredible variety that comes from Pandora -- even the Friday playlist from gmskarka, bless 'im. I like almost all of it. Heck, I even heard a Garth Brooks song the other day and kind of liked it.

And yet.

I will listen to Mix 93.3 even when my preteen isn't in the car. Turned up loud. I'll sing along, and wiggle my butt to the beat and everything. And I'll love every blissful pop second of it. That new Nelly Furtado, Give it To Me? And Hello Goodbye's In Your Arms?

::happy sigh:: If groovin' like this is wrong, then I don't wanna be right.
wanna wanna wanna go dancin'

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[zylch.livejournal.com]

Strange but true coincidence: this morning I guiltily realized that I was getting work done at a much faster rate when BNL or the Shrek soundtrack were playing than when "good" music like Ani or Dar was on.