Songs I know better than to like, but do anyways
The other contributors to this blog have joshed me for years about my terrible taste in music. I think it's all subjective, but I will readily admit that a few days spent exclusively listening to my collection of records and CDs would drive the average man insane (unless you catch me in a good period, like when I re-purchased Run D.M.C.'s "Raising Hell" a few weeks ago). But, even I have my limits. I knew that my shit was starting to slip recently when I heard these jams on my way to and fro the ATL. I know I shouldn't like these songs, but they seem to do something special for me when I hear them:
1. Powerman 5000 "When Worlds Collide": Prior to this year's NFL draft, I spent an inordinate amount of time perusing Youtube looking for highlight clips of bright new prospects. Almost without exception, the assclown(s) charged with stringing together said highlight clips chose to use some gawdawful nu-metal song as the backing track. You know, like "Here Comes the Boom" or any type of Rage Against the Machine-sounding crap. This P-man 5000 song I think would work as the perfect pump-you-up, raging jock soundtrack to any sports clip, be it football, badminton, curling or whatever. Seriously, if we were eleven years old when this song came out, I don't see how we could have gotten pumped up when listening to it. I also have a special affinity for this song because our friend Christmas Faygo knows one of the dudes in the band and says that he's an alright guy.
2. Everlast "What It's Like": While most would agree that Everlast's best work was long-finished before he opted for a decidedly Jack Johnson-meets-G. Love route, I think this song is pretty good. I especially like the fact that a rich white man strumming an acoustic guitar to a backing drum machine track is telling me what it's like to sing the blues. Despite the song's inherent comedy, I find it to be relatively catchy. Almost groovy.
3. Stone Temple Pilots "Interstate Love Song": Now, this one I think I can lay a legitimate claim to actually liking because I was still a pretty young man (and a STP fan) when it came out. While the STP catalog as a whole is filled with a bunch of senseless grunge garbage, this jam has always jammed me in a special way words can not describe. I heard it on 96 Rock the other day, and it brought me back to a special place. While I can't admit to being particularly overjoyed at the news that Stone Temple Pilots is reforming, I can take some pleasure in knowing that Velvet Revolver is, for all intents, dead. Plus, we're *this* much closer to finally getting a listen to that "new" Guns'N'Roses album. Fuck yeah!... I guess.