One of the best bits of getting a bit older is that one can own up to all sorts of things the younger self insisted on keeping quiet. I have never been, and will never be, cool but when I was younger I liked to pay lip-service to the idea that somebody, somewhere, might think I was. (Until they got to know me, and then it would be game over.)
But I don't care about that any more. I think that exemplary grammar and usage are cool. I think that good manners and basic courtesy are cool. I think that doctors and nurses and scientists are cool - and 'reality' stars are not.
But it's still hard with music. Somehow, it's still almost impossible to admit to liking music widely deemed to be uncool. It verges on a cultural taboo. But I can't help it. So...
My name is Saltpig, and I like Coldplay.
There! I've said it. And I'm not going to delete it. I think that Yellow is still a beautiful song, I sing Viva la Vida very loudly whenever Herself will let me and Paradise gives me goosebumps.
Deal with it.
But of course Coldplay are not the only evidence of my deeply questionable taste in music. I'm going to add George Michael, Madonna and Kosheen to my list. I'm going to say that Elton John is a freakin' genius. Massive Attack are great. Phil Collins knows his way round a drum set. But there's one last that you might find it difficult to hear. I'll whisper it. Come closer. Ready?
Westlife.
Don't. I know.
Anyway, I've confessed now and I feel better for it. There should be no secrets between us.
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i like billy joel. and genesis. and dire straits. and i always loved that brotherhood of man song 'save all your kisses for me'.
ReplyDeletebut seriously, westlife???! must be the irish genes. hard wired.
ps sorry for total lack of grammar and punctuation in all posts. must drive you mad.