It was recently brought to my attention that I like "bad music." Huh? Are you kidding? When I walk the harsh streets of Chicago, I hear True by Spandau Ballet, I walk in time with Gangsta's Paradise by the legendary Coolio, and I have to refrain from singing along to Everybody Wants You by Billy Squier. What the hell are you other people listening to? Whatever it is, I'm probably not interested.

 

I 'd be willing to be that I am the only person my age that would be super jazzed to attend a Rush concert. Seriously, though, I would go in a heartbeat with bells on...and copious amounts of denim. Don't get me wrong Mama Cass (That's my iPod's name) is chock full o' goodness from today. I listened to the Shins when folks freaked out about them a few years ago. But I can't help it that my favorite songs of all time are the following: Watching the Wheels and Just Like Starting Over by John Lennon, Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol, and Don't Dream It's Over by Crowded House. This is just how I roll.