90 Songs, 30 Days: Day 13 – A Song that is a Guilty Pleasure
Seeing as the writers of aDeadKid have complimentary tastes in music, we are taking a shot at the popular Tumblr survey “30 Songs in 30 Days” list. So get ready for a shitload of name-dropping and youtube clips as Brian, Matt and Lis proudly give you their 90 Songs in 30 Days…
Day 13 – A Song that is a Guilty Pleasure
Brian: I’ve mentioned this before, but Chuck Klosterman has aptly pointed out that the modern use of ‘guilty pleasure’ is just an easy way of copping out of something you enjoy but don’t want to own up to.
…People who use this term are usually talking about why they like Joan of Arcadia, or the music of Nelly, or Patrick Swayze’s Road House. This troubles me for two reasons: Labeling things like Patrick Swayze movies a guilty pleasure implies that a) people should feel bad for liking things they sincerely enjoy, and b) if these same people were not somehow coerced into watching Road House every time it’s on TBS, they’d probably be reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.
Both of these assumptions are wrong.
So. What is TRULY a guilty pleasure akin to Klosterman’s examples like snorting coke in a public restroom and sex with your enemies? For the sake of this post, let’s call guilty pleasures “Something you enjoy although you know it’s bad for you.”
Lis: When looking at my frequently played list, many people (Matt and Brian included) would probably consider most of them guilty pleasures. This was a difficult post to come up with something – especially following Brian’s judicious report. So, I’m not thinking about it too much, and going with a song…more specifically an entire band…that when I say I like them, I am usually met with ‘Oh, really?!’ Pause. ‘Oh, you’re being serious.’
Kings of Leon – Closer
Blah. Blah. Prima donna douche. Blah. Blah. Whatever.
I have an affinity for angsty southern boys with strange idiosyncrasies (e.g. all their album titles have five syllables). Add in that I’ve been spending near equal times in Nashville versus Chicago as of late, and here we find ourselves. Go ahead and judge me.
I picked Closer b/c even with the overt bass line, I find myself completely captivated by the drums. Nothing quite like some spastic car-dancing and steering wheel drumming to help with my morning commute.
(Editor’s Note: Matthew is not being super douchey and playing with his teeth – he’s screaming into the pickup.)
Matt: Straight off the bat, I want to point out that we haven’t posted in awhile due to my lagging. I apologize. Don’t blame Lis or Brian. It’s all my fault. Kbye.
Psych! I’m still here, y’all! All joking aside, it’s time to get serious. Serious about guilty pleasures. To me, a guilty pleasure is more than something you like but want to hide from others. My guilty pleasure is something I love, but it also contains elements of things I constantly complain about. Basically, any of my friends could take my guilty pleasure and throw it back in my face when I complain about bands relying on “pop sensibilities” to sell records. They could point out how I’m being hypocritical when I say easy music is for people too lazy to put any effort into the music they listen to. Because my guilty pleasure is easy music. It’s jangly. It’s banal and simple and made for head bobbing in a Saturn while on your way to a mall. But fuck it, because I love The Jealous Sound, and I will defend them to the death. Hearts, Jealous Sound (and Knapsack).