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Weekend Music: Guilty Pleasures Edition

Not only have I waited an hour in traffic to go to his concert – I had box seats. Tom Jones – Burning Down the House

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDULcZeGI4M[/youtube]

This is a guilty pleasure, despite the fact that probably less than a half dozen people reading this understand why (far more than that will recognize it, but enjoy it without irony. It’s a genetic thing, I think.) Check it. Panjabi MC – Mundian to Bach Ke

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efWOPiT20Bk[/youtube]

Before you hit play on this, I should point out that the video is, umm, well, I’d call it schlock-core. Careful, it’ll stick in your head. Eric Prydz – Call on Me

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-2iwGeZ2O4[/youtube]

(Also, welcome Blueweeds readers. But remember, this ain’t American Idol. Your votes will not be counted. Oh, man. There’s my inspiration for next week – Weekend Music: Florida Edition!)

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3 Comments

  1. Peej

    In my mind the only thing guilty pleasurish (and that by proxy) about Mundian Te Bach Se is possibly the image of The Great Hasslehoff popping into one’s head, swiveling hips to the beat, or cavorting on KITT, Tawny Kitaen style. (Ha ha ha, KITT, Kitaen.. I crack myself up)

    On second thought, I think that just added to the fun…so, you’re right, it’s a genetic thing.

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    We had to censor the last choice in our household as the kid acrambled over to see it (he recognizes your masthead from across the room!)

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    Here is a guilty pleasure of mine that I’d forgotten about for a while (honestly, though, I just really feel no guilt over anything I ever like, but I suppose this could fall under that category, what with the song, video, and the fact that they were, like ABBA, Eurovision originals). The eye used to scare the crap out of me, even as a 9 year old, but I’d still watch it:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_zYM6uEimU

    And here is a joint family guilty pleasure. I’ve also added the original Eurovision song (it strikes again!)for comparison; the family version was sung by a later Eurovision competitor who became famous (oh, the vicious circle…)

    New version
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eeJIXdWJEk&feature=related

    Original
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHDhcHRrtAQ

    Actually the lyrics are very nice (well, of course, I know it by heart, and sing along…that’s the whole point of guilty pleasures, right?!)

  2. MB

    So much for that superior Persian stock thing. All these years of tedious lectures from both sides about how they’re oh-so-different, and now you confirm a common defining quality.

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    You know, I actually thought about replacing it with another video (same song), for exactly that reason. But the alternatives were all pasty white guys in the very same clothes. I figured he’d be far less scarred by this.

    Wait. You censored that, yet a joint family guilty pleasure is some acid-inspired corruption of a nice family song?

    Goodness.

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    The Camera Never Lies video could be shot tomorrow at a good number of churches in Georgia, and the look would remain the time.

  3. Peej

    Re: superior Persian stock, are you referring to my Hasslehoff comment? My admitted and unabashed love for KITT? Which is this other side you speak of (our most tedious lectures usually involve our Greek or Arab counterparts, so now I’m all curious to see who you mean?!)

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    You have to understand, mimicking is the big thing right now in the house. Especially demands of mommy to mimick things seen and heard (err, maybe cos it’s a habit of my own that is now severely backfiring). I’d much rather bounce around like a trippy bobble head, on demand, than stretch and flex like a PG-13 Jane Fonda wannabe.

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    Wow, I think you just gave me the best incentive yet to visit Georgia.

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