Treading The Missed Mondays: LOVELY CURSES UPON YOUR HOUSE AND RELATIVES, BEAKLESS SQUIDS!

 

Do you have a band you listen to in the dark? One that when brought up to your friends you put on your best non-chalant face and say “Oh yeah, totally. I haven’t listened to N’Sync since highschool”, you lie through your teeth, knowing damn well you were pumpin’ those boys in the shower less than a week ago. Within the past year, I’ve noticed that a lot of the people who used to give me hella shit for loving everything from SDBM to Prince, everything from Bachman Turner Overdrive to Pavarotti. I never considered anything I listened to a “guilty pleasure”. Hell, I probably feel “ashamed” of my music taste about as frequently as I crave the British delicacy, “Spotted Dick”. So I don’t really wanna talk about me so much today, but I want you to respond to this wherever you see it with the band you catch the most flak for loving. Whether it be the one that makes you dance without back-up, or the one that makes you sing along even if you’re beyond out of key. So, to get us started, here’s a little trio of song that I know a good number of people will bust my ass about, and I will continue to not care, because life is intrinsically about finding joy through any avenue you can. Like this one:

ESCAPE THE FATE – THIS WAR IS OURS (THE GUILLOTINE PART II)

Oh man highschool was something, wasn’t it? From popular haircuts to sharing strawberry Lipsmackers (you know who you are), we all made some CHOICES back then. Might even have experienced our first major girlfriend and break-up, or first fist fight. Suffice it to say, for at least myself, music was one of the most defining factors of my highschool experience. I helped teach Beginner Guitar, TA’d World Drumming, and did my best to spend as much time as possible above the gymnasium in my school where the band loft was. Spending as many lunches as my band teacher would let me in there practice and writing, sometimes even having a straight-up jam session. Thing is, back then, I had my whole head died jet black with a white layer underneath in the back, followed by auburn brown everything with only bright orange bangs, so if that doesn’t tell you what ELSE I was listening to back then, I don’t know what will. I still have emo-pop days, post-punk days, and even nintenodcore moments, because I connect them to the memories of the happiness I was able to cling onto in those times, ’cause they weren’t always easy. A perfect example of bad highschool times will lead us to how I found this next band, who I sing in the shower (horribly most of the time BUT WITH PASSION, BITCHES).

SECRET & WHISPER – YOU ARE FAMILIAR

SO! There was little orange bangs baby boi Bear, walking around his first day back at grade twelve after summer vacation, mostly masking tape and teenage aggression somehow keeping his bones together. After spending literally a week in bed previously, I steadied myself to face the girl who had broken my heart every day for another half year (small school, grades stayed together), and as he walked around the halls at lunch that day something weird happened. I walked past this girl, and despite dating or girls being anywhere the radar of my heavy chest, we both got about three steps past one another and then both stopped, our company continued walking, but we locked eyes. I came up to Grace the next day as she was sitting alone under a blanket in the common area, drinking tea, and asked her why she looked so sad. Boyfriend was fucking around. Rest is history. It was an extremely violent and passionate affair, lasting a few months, but it was genuine, and I still think about her fondly.

USHER – YEAH.

YEAH! (yeah!)

YEAH! (yeah!)

YEAH! (yeah!)

YE-ah.

Don’t front on me like you didn’t drop buns to this AT LEAST ONCE.

LEMME SEE THEM BUNS DROP.

TELL ME YOUR DIRTY SECRET CLOSET SONGS.

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