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| I am just a humble soul, a woman trying to find her way through life while carrying around a heavy burden. I request that you hear my confession. | ||
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My name is LMichelle and I am a Music Junkie. There. I've said it. Now, here's my biggest confession: my first and still all-time favorite album is "Pet Sounds" by the Beach Boys. I loved it as a girl, and I remain under it's spell as a woman. | |
| My all-time favorite 45, which I still have, is "Sukiyaki" by Kyu Sakamoto which came out in '63. Yes, I can sing in Japanese (hear Japanese with a southern accent) thanks to Mr. Sakamoto (a great whistler, BTW). And now thanks to Xiannie, I know the words and what they mean. | ue wo muite arukou namida ga koborenai you ni omoidasu haru no hi hitori botchi no yoru… |
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And let's get this sacrilege out of the way: the Beatles later period did nothing for me at the time. They were way out there and I wasn't. Here's another: Jimi was too distorted for me to enjoy. It hurt my ears. His most commercial album, "Smash Hits" is my favorite. There, I've sacrileged twice. Does this make me doubly damned? I'm new to this confession thing. | |
| I also confess to singing along with Janis Joplin's "A Woman Left Lonely" within the wonderful reverb of my VW Bug, not once, but many times, and I wasn't always drunk. Forgive me Janis, but I put a lot of heart in it if that counts for anything. |  |
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And here's some more blasphemy: for about six months in the late 70's, I liked disco. Alongside Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Foghat, Supertramp and Van Halen, I was also jumping to Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive", Donna Summer's "Bad Girl", the Stones' "Miss You". | |
| In the MTVized 80's, I gave Def Leppard, Prince, and Bruce Springsteen a wink, but my heart was captured by Stevie Ray Vaughan, which led me to flings with Roy Buchanan, Jeff Beck, Eric Clapton, Randy Rhoads, and The Blues (Elmore James, Robert Johnson, Albert King). Yes, I admit to messing around a lot. |  |
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I confess that I lost interest in music for a short while when Stevie Ray and Roy Buchanan died in the 90's, but thank you Jesus for bringing Grunge along to lift my spirits although it didn't seem to do a lot for Kurt Cobain's. Poor baby. | |
| In the late 90's, I confess to going to an Offspring concert, even though I was the oldest person there without a child. I confess to finding it a better concert than I could hope for and I had to resist the urge to throw myself into that seething mosh pit with all those young guys with their sweaty…but I digress. |  |
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| I also admit that I find the best angst-reliever to be, not sex, but dirty dancing in the shower with my honey to Stone Temple Pilots, Santana, and Dick Dale--the king of the surf guitar. Hey, you can do the Bump and Swim to anything, just be careful when you drop the soap. | 
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| Trivial Confessions Last, but not least, here are my trivial confessions that are hardly worthy enough of mention, but I am a thorough kind of woman. |
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| 1. Although I can't sing (am totally tone deaf), I do anyway, especially when I'm by myself. And if there's any harmony, I try to sing that too. | ||
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2. For two years I had no radio in my car and I sang anyway. Of course, it was only songs that I could remember all the words to (King Crimson doesn't translate well without the radio as backup). As a result, I confess that my precious daughter who also rode along now knows: "Hey Good Lookin, What You Got Cookin" (Hank Williams); "Barbara Ann" and "Sloop John B" (Beach Boys); "Oklahoma" (the broadway show); and "Baby Love" (Supremes). | |
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3. Music makes me cry: a good Vivaldi in the morning, k.d. lang singing "Crying," "Getting To Know You" (from The King And I). I know THAT one is a big no-no. And let's get this out too, I'm a crying fool over "Amazing Grace" and "Auld Lang Syne" done with bagpipes. | |
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4. And last but not least, hidden away amongst my ZZ Top, Pretenders, Joe Walsh, and Weather Report are the following questionable albums I confess to having: | |
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"The Supremes Greatest Hits," Supremes. Yes, and
I've corrupted my daughter beyond all repair by teaching her all
the words and hand motions to "Stop In The Name Of Love." We are
now passing along this vital info to my grandson.
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"Thriller," Michael Jackson. I really like "Thriller," especially the video.
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"Jesus Christ Superstar." I play this on Sundays instead of going to church.
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"The Concert In Central Park," Simon and
Garfunkel. Okay, I confess I didn't send back the record club's
pick of the month back. It's that "Bridge Over Troubled Waters." It
gets me right here. *cringe*
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"Don't Say No," Billy Squier. And I didn't, I
bought it. Couldn't help it. He was so cute in his video, you know
the one where he's barefooted and falls into his bed.
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