Okay. This 'Guilty Pleasures Week' thing is either the best or the worst idea I've had in awhile. Either way, I'm stoked on it, and would like to encourage everyone to share their deepest, darkest musical secrets here. That's right, I'm not even gonna restrict this thing to "established" IllCon Contributors. Are YOU ashamed? Need to confess a guilty pleasure? Father Cobras is here for you, ready to assure your forgiveness through a series of digital Our Fathers. Send me an email. Let's fuckin' SHAME OUT.
Anyway, before shit gets too ugly or embarassing, I just wanted to share a trilogy of songs I was listening to on repeat yesterday, none of which being in any way shameful or guilt-inducing. Credit where it's due: Sweet Baby Jay shared the first song with me on Facebook yesterday, at which point I countered with the second, only to be completely outdone by Charles T. Heckler's (remember him?) addition of the third.
In a way, it kind of seems to me that these three songs describe some sort of story arc when played in order, a tale of lust and betrayal, deception and jealousy. I can't stop listening to them:
Let these sick jams be your own personal soundtrack to the rejection of shame and impetus to embrace your guilty pleasures. May "them Dirty-Foot Bitches" guide your way.