For me, It’s my “Best of Cher” collection. Whenever anyone gets in my car and that starts playing, the rest of the trip is spent with me apologizing for my horrendous taste in music.
So I want to hear about your worst CD. The one you don’t want anyone else to know you own. 
I’m not embarrassed by any of my CDs. However, friends are embarrassed to find that I have Debbie Gibson (her complete collection), Vitamin C, The Corrs, and Gwar.
The Spice Girls’ first album. Now, let us never speak of this again.
The soundtrack of The Delinquents. I really truly ruly have it for one song, Johnny Diesel’s amazing version of Please Send Me Someone To Love. I definitely do NOT have it because Kylie’s in it, I promise you!
I’m so embarassed I didn’t even buy it on CD. I have a CASSETTE tape (easier to hide) of the Garth Brooks greatest hits album. ::shame::
Not only am I not embarassed by anything in my collection, but I sing along quietly with “Karma Chameleon” every time I hear it.
“Snowed In,” the Hanson Christmas album.
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It was 99 cents, okay?
A 2 CD set of the best of Neil Diamond.
Our family owns a Backstreet Boys cd. None of us is particularly ashamed of it, because it was a gift from my stepmother to my then-twelve-year-old daughter that no store would take back (and who can blame them?). She wouldn’t touch it then (three years ago), and she still won’t, so it’s still in its shrinkwrap, although a musician who noticed it during a visit gnawed on the case and put tooth marks in the wrapping.
As for opened cds that I actually intended to own, I don’t think I have any that I wouldn’t claim.
Lou Bega’s Mambo Little Bit of Mambo, but to be fair I only borrowed it from a coworker who decided he didn’t want it back.
Soundtrack album to Saturday Night Fever.
What can I say, I have extremely good memories of a time right after it was released, and when I am very stressed out and can’t sleep I put it in and it lets me remember a much happier time, and I can get to sleep.
<hangs head down and sneaks out, hoping the rest of the head bangers arent paying attention>
Quietly?! Come on, you have to belt it out! Be loud, be proud!
I don’t own any CDs that I’m ashamed of. No Hanson, no Spice Girls, no William Shatner. I have good taste in music.
The worst CD I own is one my mom gave me for Christmas one year–it’s kind of new age-y celtic music, but it’s a bargain CD, so it’s not even good new age-y celtic music. People give me weird CDs–last Christmas, my brother gave me They Might Be Giants’ “No”–it’s a kids CD, and I have no kids. Long story short, we figured out that he did all of his shopping in a toy store. Got Grandma a weasel ball. :eek: She was not impressed.
Oh, and I almost forgot about my weird Japanese CD–it’s so bad, it’s good!
Tracy Lord, that’s really not a good reason for buying a Hanson CD. Just think of all the other things you could have spent that 99 cents on–a pack of gum, or a sock, or 3 newspapers. Or a William Shatner CD.
There are some tapes - most of them singles - that I’m kind of embarrassed about. It’s not too bad, though, since the fact that they’re on tape means I got them at about 13 or earlier. As far as CDs, hmm. Maybe Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness by Smashing Pumpkins. Growing out of them makes Billy Corgan’s singing and the melodramatic pretentiousness embarrassingly obvious.
No CDs, but plenty of MP3s. It seems they always come up on shuffle on the iPod at the most unopportune moments.
Yes, I like big butts and I cannot lie. Word to your mother. 
I have the soundtrack to Yoshi’s Story…
Well, of course that wasn’t my only reason! Just my, um. Excuse.
They made a soundtrack for that adorable game… I must have it.
There’s a few albums that I haven’t managed to get rid of after I I outgrew my high school goth stage… Slipknot and Kittie… namely. Never really got into them, but I bought them because they were cool at the time.
But, I’m keeping Marilyn Manson’s Mechanical Animals :o
I’m not embaressed of any of my CD’s, and not only because “embaressed” isn’t a real word.
Well, ok…there is that “Bass Test” CD with all the ghetto beats that I got only to test out a new sound system once.
Wait til’ you see the CD itself, it’s shaped like Yoshi’s head.
The Woman in Me by Shania Twain. Just because I desperately want to see her naked doesn’t mean I’d ever listen to that crap album a second time.