Sat Aug 22nd, 2009 at 05:23:23 PM EST
It used to be you had to know someone pretty well before you were able to paw through their music collections. Now, with the popularity of the iPod, you can carry the whole thing in your pocket. It's all right there for the most casual acquaintance to comment on and it's had a delightful side-effect -- the advent of the guilty iPod lunge.
I see people all the time, standing around outside of nightclubs peering at iPods -- excitedly sharing some new find, settling an arcane lyrical dispute, or doing the iPod one-up to see who has the most or coolest stuff.
And then it happens. Something the owner finds embarrassing shuffles on and there's that dive for the forward button, the hurried, defensive explanations. Or, even more amusing, the flat-out denial -- "I don't know how that got on there."
This has led me to believe that everyone, no matter how confident and cool, bold or brazen, has some bit of music they feel requires an explanation. Even me. Follow me over the jump and I'll show you mine, if you show me yours...
I don't know why it is, but in a collection that consists largely of punk and noise, I feel no need to excuse or explain Sinatra or the Cabaret soundtrack, or other things I feel don't really fit with the general tone. Maybe it's that I can't really explain to myself why I like it. Or maybe it's because it is of a 'type' of music I usually actively dislike.
In any case, I present my iPod guilty secret: Meatloaf.