We all have guilty pleasures, right? There's something you know you're not supposed to dig but you end up liking it anyway. "American Idol" is a common guilty pleasure, and one I've confessed to in the past.
I wrote my brothers about the amazing lineup for the Bonnaroo Music & Arts Festival this summer. The headliners are Pearl Jam, but as I wrote in my email, "buried in the middle are Broken Social Scene, Rilo Kiley and Tegan and Sara? Heck, The Rac is only on line #3."
Steve noticed Jakob Dylan "buried way down deep" and wondered what happened to The Wallflowers. I replied that they were opening for Hootie & the Blowfish in a bar somewhere, and that's when I got it. You see, Hootie is my cross to bear.
At some point in 1995 I may have confessed to liking part of the Hootie & the Blowfish song "Let Her Cry". At the time we were only a few years removed from the height of grunge and our musical diet was primarily composed of Green Day's Dookie and the Offspring's Smash, so digging Hootie & the Blowfish was a very uncool thing to do. I've never heard the end of it.
Today, in this most public of forums, I'm standing up for my right to dig at least parts of Hootie & the Blowfish's "Let Her Cry". I admit it's not cool, but it is what it is and I'm tired of running from the truth. Even today, as I heard the song for the first time in a decade, I must admit I liked it.
I challenge you to listen to this and not like at least part of it a little. Don't be afraid, I've paved the trail for us all.
