Some of the things people call guilty pleasures are interesting. White Stripes? That's a great band, and I feel no guilt whatsoever. Dylan? Massively overrated, but still an icon and no guilt. Doors and even Pearl Jam? That's some pretty good quality straight ahead rock, no guilt. The Cult? They're pretty damn good. Molly Hatchett's first? I first heard their version of Allman Bros' "Dreams" live, and that's still one of my favorite live moments EVER. Believe it.
Onto the slams.
American fing Idol?! Are you kidding me? I have NEVER seen an episode. How can two people that I respect so much (Mossy I've met in person, and Kirk I've heard his music (and added it to the moon for crissake!!)) like that show?
If it was anybody else I'd be MORE honest!!
Lawrence Welk? That's so bad it's almost cool. I can live with that.
My recent confession - I'm thinking about buying Johnny Cash's last album, America V. (Not for the moon, don't worry.)