Looking at each and everyone of you lovely readers I can see that amongst you there are a number of people who when alone secretly reach for the dial of their car radio when one of those songs comes on.
Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, you know its you, yes you. I saw you sat in your car the other day when Cher came on. I saw you reach for the dial and set your guilty free. Singing along as no one was watching you!
I am of course talking about the guilty pleasures. The songs we all know and love but are ashamed to admit. We fear the moment someone suggests using our iPod at a party just in case that track comes on and the red flush of musical shame should grasp us. But guess what, everyone is in the same boat and ill let you in on a little secret. These songs don’t make you a social outcast, deep down even the coolest of cool jays love these songs. With this in mind we at the Walk of Shame decided to set the musical bar a little lower than it normally is with us. Less than a step up and more a slight incline we moved on to a Saturday morning show of musical madness that could have had us banished from the airwaves forever or even worse, moved to a folk rock station. Hell Dodgy!
We the men of the Walk of Shame fear no musical prejudiced and we endeavoured a few Saturday’s ago to bring you and your shame full pleasures of the musical world to the centre stage once more. Playing such classic bands as White Snake, Johnny Farnham and Tom Jones. For one bliss full Saturday morning we dusted off the forbidden tracks of our past and set them free on the air waves of Bondi. The cafe didn’t know what hit it. People open grabbed for their air guitars, the tables were drummed and hairbrushes a plenty adopted for make shift mics as Boston, Rod Stewart and Survivor graced the airwaves. The subsequent track list was one of our busiest yet for blog traffic, further evidence that in spite of the cool kids grumbling you bloody loved it!
This was our favourite clip from all the songs, a combination of Ben’s Fro, some dodgy moustaches and my day to day fashion inspired, Abba-esque lycra clothing! Brilliant.
Keep your suggestions comin’ there could well be another Guilty Pleasure list when I return from outback.