bonniegrrl | One More Night...

I'm a music snob. I always have been. Even though I've jumped from punk to industrial to techno to indie throughout my life, it's all been good music -- stuff I was proud to admit my allegiance to.

But every time I'm take care of Sophie at my friend's pad, they have the kitchen radio set to an easy listening station, and since they have it on all day to keep Sophie from feeling lonely, I don't have the heart to change it.

Of course, I leave it on when I'm there too. And that's where the creepy part sets in. I realized after being here a few weekends in a row, and a full couple of weeks listening to the same 45 songs they play like clockwork -- I actually like Phil Collins...

Sure he looks like a balding garden gnome who's seen the inside of too many pubs, but dang that man can really sing. Of course, "Against All Odds" is by far his best anthem. But he's got some great hits that I catch myself singing too when I'm typing away on the computer or playing with the mutt.

But that's not all...

I already admited long ago to loving all things Journey. But I didn't think I could be swayed into like Kelly Clarkson, or Dido, or any other of that pop ballad crap until now. It's truly unnerving.

I was promptly outted by

chefgrrl when she came over for a visit this week.

"Are you listening to Celine Dion?"

"No, the dog is, I just leave it on for her..."

"Uh huh, sure."

"No really..."

Granted, I really honestly hate Celine. But when Spandu Ballet or Journey comes on, I get excited. I actually turn it up and let my brain wade in a nice shallow pool of memories involving jr. high dances and couple skate nights. And then Shania Twain comes on and ruins it.

So I suppose I'm officially admitting it.

My name is Bonnie.
And when no one is around -- I tune into easy listening radio.

Now shutup with your laughing, "Faithfully" is on!