![]() Thus my need to confess all of this, before I start hating myself. I hate Shinedown, and I especially hate that they are trying to make me feel otherwise. It pains me to admit my sudden infatuation with what amounts to a modern day “Monster Ballad” from a band that I hate. Shinedown is not the sort of band that I enjoy. What in the hell is happening? Have I no shame? Now, this wouldn’t be such a big deal to your average rube, sucked in by anything on the radio with a catchy hook and an electric guitar, but I’m supposed to be above that. Yes, I apparently like not one but two Shinedown songs. It is time for me to confess that I can’t get enough of the new Shinedown single “If You Only Knew.” For that matter, I can’t get enough of their last one, “Second Chance,” either. There’s one song in particular and it’s been eating me up inside as of late, so it’s time to fess up. It’s perfect for my private time with the loofah: a time I use to scrub my balls, shampoo my beard, and sing along to songs that I don’t want anyone else to know I enjoy. ![]() The kind of station where you can sing along to songs you’ve never heard before because they are so predictable. It’s mindless pop schlock, none of it even bordering on offensive or adventurous. It’s one of those stations chock-full of Rob Thomas, Daughtry, and Avril Lavigne. Please try not to laugh at me.įor the past few months, I have been listening to a certain Omaha hit music radio station while in the shower. ![]() Bless me father, oh lord of rock almighty, for I have sinned. ![]()
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