A Wishing Well of Crocodile Cheers

Early this week, I was gchatting with APG, and the idea of an embarrassing music mixtape (or podcast) came up.  Though I probably should be ashamed at some of the suspect cds in my collection (the sophomore efforts of Color Me Badd and Soul IV Real, for example), I can't say that I'm embarrassed by any of the music I like.



Perhaps I should be a little embarrassed by my (continued) enthusiasm for Sananda Maitreya, better known as Terence Trent D'Arby.  I love dude's jams.  His duet with Des'ree, "Delicate"?  Awesome-- as is Symphony or Damn, the album on which it appears.  Back in '93, I used to wait for that video to play on VH1 every morning.  And forgive me, but Introducing the Hardline According to Terence Trent D'Arby is the shit.  For an album that was released in 1987, I play it with alarming regularity.  When I hear the first bars of "Wishing Well" I GET CRUNK.  It is my shit--and I'm not embarrassed to claim it.  The lyrics are awesomely non-sensical, kind of like Shuggie Otis joints.  It's all about the sound the of the words.  

Maybe I should have some pride and pretend I don't love it like I do.  Whatevs.  I dare you to listen to it, and swear this ain't the jam.