Pop Rocks

I've been persecuted for my musical tastes since time began. (Really, it's on some cave painting, "Seren has a tin ear" spelled out in little bison.)

It doesn't help that my brother's some kind of music appreciation savant. Whoever you're listening to now, he saw at a club back when they had their original name and all the original members. When he looks through my CD collection, he makes little cries of despair and disbelief, like a thousand tiny mice being tortured.

So, needless to say, it has been no small relief (and only a little bit spooky) that MeiMei and I have the strikingly similar musical tastes*. With her support, I am finally coming forward to say: Pop rocks. It does.

For those of you who have been too ashamed to admit that you once loved somebody Straight Up, Now, Baby; that for one summer you MmmBopped; that you know that you're Toxic -- come out of the shadows, my friends. Pop on, I say. Pop on.

In current rotation:

http://www.ryancabrera.com/

http://www.kellyclarksonweb.com/

For those of you still cringing slightly in embarrassment:

http://www.keanemusic.com/

http://www.annanalick.com/


*For MeiMei's sake, I claim the really dark recesses of my taste (the country music, the excessive folk, the . . . Christian rock!?!) for myself alone.