Last night I was listening to one of my favorite talk radio hosts and they were talking about guilty pleasures. Movies, music and television shows that you love, but might be embarrassed to admit. Here are mine.
Thirty year old actors portraying high school students? Campy pop songs with trite lyrics? A plot with more clichés than a post-game sports interview? It’s all there and I watch it every time it’s on.
Music: John Denver
When his song “Annie’s Song” was on the charts I was in 7th grade, smack dab in the middle of my first crush. To this day when I hear that song, I can see the girl’s face as plain as day and I’m back in junior high. The very first concert I ever attended was a John Denver show. I was 13 years old. Not long after that concert, he released the live album, An Evening With John Denver. It’s still one of my favorite albums, although my guilt prevents me from putting it on my list of favorites [edit: page no longer available]. In 2001 RCA released a remastered, deluxe, two CD edition of that album. Guess who bought it?
It’s a stupid show and I’ve never missed an episode. I want to see who wins the million. I want to see how the alliances form and fall apart. I want to see the surprises and twists the producers throw into the game. But most of all I don’t want to like it.