There is a secret room in my house, filled with unmarked tens and twenties. This room is a decoy. It leads to another secret room, covered with photographs of natural disasters and drunken literary icons. Behind the picture of Brendan Behan vomiting on a nun is a safe with three combination locks. Inside the safe is a strongbox with a special lock that only opens to my DNA. Inside the strongbox is another, smaller strongbox that explodes within thirty seconds of coming into contact with air unless its voice recognition software recognizes my voice and the appropriate pass-phrase. Inside that box is yet another box, which can only be opened by sacrficing an albino goat under a full moon. Inside that box, is my Chumbawumba CD.
I’ll admit to a fascination with Eighties hair metal.
I own the VH-1 Big Hair Cd. It has Cherry Pie by Warrant, Talk Dirty to Me by Poison,Round and Round by Ratt…and much, much more!
But hidden deep away and never publicly acknowledged until now…
[sub]blushing furiously and looking at feet[/sub]
I love music from the 70’s, so most of my tastes fall into the guilty pleasure category. Right now I’m listening to James Taylor. My other music taste is rap. It’s a strange combination.