Guilty Pleasure Confession
I took my 11 yr old daughter to Colbie Caillat’s concert on Friday night. I went dragging my feet, but I left in a much different frame of mind. I now must confess. I feel so guilty. The shame is almost too much to bear. But, yes, it’s true: I… Love… Colbie.ÂÂ
Confession is good for the soul. So, who’s your guilty pleasure?
Posted on February 17, 2008, in Live Shows, Music, Pop Culture, Reviews. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.
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Anyone who writes with a fountain pen is ok with me…
My husband brought this disk home, and I admit, it’s really grown on me- she’s just so… so… like-able.
My wife and I saw Sara Bareilles this weekend in Provo. When we got there and saw the HUGE line outside, we wondered how we were all going to fit in the tiny place, but it worked out. The opening act was actually one of the guitar players in the band, doing a couple of acoustic songs. (He was not bad.) Sara was wonderful. Excellent bluesy voice and great rapport with the audience. “Whoooo, Belts!” she says. “That’s my favorite quote of the night!”
My only complaints were that it was too short (she only really has 1.5 albums) and that I wished there were seats (there were a few filled benches)
If you haven’t heard her album, I heartily recommend you give it a listen.
You’re a good dad.
I don’t believe in feeling guilty about any music. I love it all, it’s all good, don’t ask me to be embarrassed about it!
Susan, thanks, that’s definitely the right attitude but, sad to say, even my wife looks at me funny when I say I like Colbie.
My guilty pleasure: the Carpenters. And that from a metal head.
The Carpenters are in the Hall of Fame, man. They are straight up legit. They could only be lableled a guilty pleasure by a metalhead.