I don't care who you are, you own a CD or listen to a song that, if your friends saw you listening to it, would elicit a steady stream of derision. It's you shameful stash, the songs that you adamantly rail against in public, and then in the dark of night hum happily to yourself. And now, we order you to tell us what those songs are!
Here is where we separate the men from the boys. We know who the regulars are here, and if you're too much of a coward to say aloud, we'll know. Oh, bet on it!
Here are just a few of mine
I don't know why, but sometimes I'm just in the mood for a good soundtrack. Of them all, though, The Empire Strikes Back is just outstanding! But when I really want to get going, I listen to track 4 "The Imperial Probe/Aboard the Executioner". Simply the best build up to and execution of the Imperial March out there. This is not, however, something I would reveal to even close friends who would not, I think, understand the lure of John Williams.
I grew up in the 80s, so there is a part of me trapped permanently in an oscillating stream of time between 1982 and 1989, thus some of my worst (and best) music choices come from that decade. I don't know what it is I love about Styx's Mr. Roboto so much, but when I sing along, I only sing the robot parts. I do this, of course, in private.
Worse still, I have a strange affinity for One Night in Bangkok from the musical Chess. "I'd let you watch, I would invite you, but the queens we use would not excite you ... so you better go back to your bars, your temples. Your massage parlors!" Humiliating.
If you've never heard the epic song "Cows With Guns", then your life is ever so slightly worse than mine.
I know all the words to "I Will Survive". I've caught myself humming it to myself in the shower before really unpleasant days. You see, at first I was afraid. I was petrified ....