“Guilty pleasures, those songs you know you shouldn’t like but do, can make you hide your CDs like an alcoholic hides booze, except that to most people, secret drinking isn’t as bad as owning Bachman Turner Overdrive, let alone playing it.” See now that’s what I mean by Ugly Radio…
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“For those of us still grappling with guilty pleasures, the record store can be a trying place. We grasp the Rush CD in a shaking hand, fearing the judgment of the bespectacled über-hip music snob who will no doubt secretly snort in disdain at prog-rock dinosaurs such as Rush.”
Just another reason I buy my music on the internet. Who needs judgemental geeks? Although any time I buy Zappa in the store, the clerk just nods, glassy eyed.