Guilty Music Pleasure


#141

Burl Ives fuckin’ rules. Good actor too, in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.


#142

"Mendacity!!!"


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#145

Burl Ives is one of those musicians that you like as a kid, then you outgrow it, then you later realize he really was great after all.


#146

I have no idea why this has stuck in my mind but it did. I have no idea if the rest of the album is any good but I’ve had this song in rotation for years.

Actually, I have a slightly different version but this was the one I found on YouTube. I think I like it better without the video!


#147

This music makes me feel guilty for other reasons than I guess most of the other posts in this thread. It’s still a pleasure to listen to. And no I’m not trying to make the thread political.



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#149

Mama’s Gonna Kick Me Out


#150

On what fucking planet is Public Enemy or Grandmaster Flash and “The Message” a guilty pleasure?

“Yeah, my guilty pleasures are listening to Coltrane’s Love Supreme, watching Scorcese movies and reading Flannery O’Connor short stories…”


#151

Not this planet.

THIS is a hip-hop guilty pleasure. And it’s a little debatable.


#152

I’m down with Kris Kross too. That whole record is kind of actually pretty terrific.


#153

Yeah, it only enters my guilty zone because “kids”.

Like this is a guilty pleasure, but the tune has grown on me as the years have passed:


#154

Okay, this thread has jumped the shark.


#155

You have jumped the Shark calling “White Lines” a guilty pleasure! The thread is fine!

Pure as the driven snow…


#156

But The Message is okay? Hypocrite!


#157

We established that it isn’t guilty either! Catch up!


#158

1997 was the last year of a generally very good five-year stretch for pop rock music. Certainly the average number one hit of any of the twenty prior years was a bloodless, unmusical, and forgettable effort compared with Hanson’s “MMMBop,” a rare case of entirely well-deserved mass appeal. Of course it’s based on the Jackson Five, but it’s well short of plagiaristic, and cunning in its angle of divergence: the lyrics, interestingly, don’t traffic slickly in feelings and entertainment like J5, they critique. The word “MMMBop” is the heartbeat in which relationships you thought would last can be gone: “Keep planting to find out which one grows/It’s a secret no one knows.” They riff on that with “Can you tell me?/Oh yeah, you say you can/But you don’t know,” which is rather impressive hardball for literal teenagers. And as everyone already knows, the performance is fabulous. --Scott Miller


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