leave your inhibitions at the door
Alright, I think I’m done with my Lionel Richie kick. Maybe.
The Pieholes had a sleepover this past weekend and Boom Boom had a friend over. So I took the opportunity to FINALLY hook-up my old turntable. I still have a bunch of vinyl, but not because I’m too nostalgic to let them go. There’s some really embarrassing stuff in my collection, and I’m afraid if I try to sell them I’ll get laughed out of the used record store. Dare I say, some of it’s too guilty for this blog. But I’m sure there are some Guilty Pleasures in there.
Back to the sleepover… The girls are too young for scary movies and the usual late night gabfest about boys. Thank. Friggin’. Allah. But they’re not too guilty for a Glee marathon. Yes, maybe some of the subject matter is a little too mature for their age, but luckily a lot of the references still sail over their heads.
I don’t know how they even got hooked on the show. Really, who watches Glee? All those cheesy story lines, bad acting, and cheap one-liners that border on cruel. (Except for when Sue Sylvester rips on Will Schuester, those are hilarious). I mean, how unrealistic can you get? Kids busting out into song in the middle of the hallway? Cheerleaders wearing their uniforms every day, all year long? Although, I gotta say Heather Morris (Brittany) is pretty hilarious and an awesome dancer. And Naya Rivera’s hot as Santana.
But all those showtunes and over-the-top productions are unwatchable. Except for maybe the first season’s finale, when their main competition – Vocal Adrenaline – did Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody. Seriously, who watches that crap?
Ok, I guess I do. And I love it. Did you expect anything else from me?
One of the episodes that they watched was Britney Spears-themed and, I swear, I don’t listen to her. Sure, the earlier jailbait version of her was fun to watch and she’s rebounded nicely from her personal trainwreck phase. I just don’t like her singing. But the songs themselves can be pretty good and the productions are really well done, as evidenced by this week’s Guilty Pleasure – “Oops, I did it again.”
But it’s not Britney’s version that’s the Guilty Pleasure here. Richard Thompson, easily one of the greatest guitarists of all time, put out an album of covers a few years ago and did a version of it. His guitar work here, while not as intricate as his other music, is still pretty good. And his plaintive singing and stripped-down arrangement adds a certain measure of depth and hard-worn ruefulness to the lyrics.
But we’re still talking about a rock legend doing a teenaged girl’s pop song. Or I guess you could view it as a modern classic being done by a an aging hippie who could be Britney’s grandfather. Either way, it’s pretty guilty…