But Your Daddy Don’t Know
Over at The Hardest Blogging Husband in Ringwood’s alternasite, Mad Mix, Gil asks the question, “What’s the most embarrassing song you ever downloaded?” So far, the post has generated a few responses, mostly from anonymous souls whose sense of shame must be great, indeed. Answers range from Deion Sanders’ Must Be the Money to my brother-in-law’s Hanson download, Mmm Bop. (It must be genetic. Gil has a soft spot in his heart — or head — for it, too.)
My list of downloaded abominations are generally from that 10-15 year stretch of “crossover” country in the 80s and 90s — John Anderson’s Swingin’, Garth Brooks’ Callin’ Baton Rouge, Brooks & Dunn’s Boot Scootin’ Boogie — come to think of it, any song title that drops a “g” is probably a good candidate for this list.
But try as I might, I just can’t muster a feeling of embarrassment about any of them — I line danced to Brooks & Dunn at our wedding reception, after all. I revel in my poor taste and have a congenital lack of shame, which Gil maintains speaks volumes about why I chose to marry him.
