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This article was first published as “Guilty Pleasures” on

It’s all in the ear of the beholder, isn’t it? For a blues hound, a guilty pleasure might be ZZ Top. For a soccer mom, maybe it’s 50 Cent or Kanye West. If you’re a fan of New Orleans music, it might be a tune that Steve Zahn wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot Mardi Gras scepter (more on that later).

For me, it’s really quite simple… Given that some of my friends and family members are a little nutty about American roots music, it’s usually anything that would make these music snobs recoil in horror if I admitted that I own it, much less listen to it.

Office Space, The Two BobsIn the movie “Office Space,” a computer-programming Michael Bolton calls his more famous namesake an “ass-clown” – then tries to ingratiate himself with a couple of soulless consultants (the two Bobs) when he tells them that the other Bolton is “pretty good.” In one of the movie’s best moments, the first Bob then confesses, “I celebrate his entire catalog.” So basically, a guilty pleasure is like admitting you’re a bit of a Bob, or even worse.

Recently, I connected with an old friend from college (check him out here). We quickly shared notes on stuff we’ve been listening to – turns out both of us are addicted to Sixties jazz – then we started talking about albums we couldn’t do without back in the Seventies. It got even better when we compared our expansive playlists of songs from the era.

best of breadBoth of us listed the obvious culprits – the Rolling Stones, Taj Mahal, Joni Mitchell, the Allman Brothers Band, the J. Geils Band, Bob Marley, Little Feat… then things started to get a little more debatable, with forays into blooze-rock limbo (Humble Pie, Foghat, Savoy Brown), prog-rock purgatory (Yes, Genesis, the Moody Blues), and glam-rock hell (David Bowie, Mott the Hoople, Roxy Music). Now I enjoyed listening to the latter dreck back in the day, just like any other self-respecting stoner. But it’s hard to slap on the Pie’s “Rockin’ the Fillmore” or Yes’ “Fragile” today without a healthy dose of ironic detachment – the old wink-nod, as they say. And god help the ass-clown who whips out “The Best of Bread.”

Most of my guilty pleasures probably fall more into the category of cocktail music, and I can probably blame college life for this too. Back when I was struggling to graduate from Ohio University (see post on “Guns, Drugs, Money and Vinyl…”), I fell in with a few misanthropes who had lost the will to rock – probably the result of spending countless hours during our teen years in front of huge banks of PA speakers, head-banging to the Pie. We were searching for more sedentary pleasures involving smoking jackets and cocktail dresses (from Goodwill, of course), mixing high-balls in front of the hi-fi, and slow-grooving to Frank and Dino.

Robert Palmer, Pressure DropYeah, I know… it’s a tired cliché. But it worked for us at the time. And we somehow convinced ourselves that we weren’t turning into our parents, mainly by throwing a few contemporary artists into the mix. The clear favorite? Robert Palmer… blue-eyed soulman Robert Palmer, that is – not the guy who hit the jackpot on MTV with his backup band of supermodels. (About 20-some years ago, one’s preference regarding the two Palmers seemed like something worth arguing about… today, not so much.)

Anyway, Palmer put out a few albums in the Seventies that seemed to us like unabashed love letters to the cocktail culture – particularly “Pressure Drop” and “Double Fun.” Since then, I’ve discovered the obvious pleasures of reggae legend Toots Hibbert, which makes it even more difficult to listen to Palmer’s cover of the Maytals’ Pressure Drop. But some of the stuff on these records holds up surprisingly well, in an earnest, pseudo-soul kind of way. Just don’t toss out any Marvin Gaye to make room for it on your CD shelf.

Big NightAs I grew older, I abandoned any pretense of being “relevant” and started celebrating the catalogs of other artists from the original cocktail set. And I’ll thank the movie “Big Night” for giving me a greater appreciation of Louis Prima (a New Orleans native) and his sultry sidekick, Keely Smith. The movie is really an extended riff on “Waiting for Louis.” In short, a hapless entrepreneur and his brother, a master Italian chef, bet that their fortunes will change when Prima pays a visit to their struggling restaurant (he never shows up, but the party goes on without him). It’s also a commentary on the age-old divide between elitists and “philistines,” as the chef – wonderfully played by Tony Shahloub – likes to call diners who don’t appreciate his carefully prepared seafood risotto.

I certainly was familiar with Louis Prima before I saw the movie. You had to be if you spent any amount of time in Akron’s North Hill or Cleveland’s Little Italy neighborhoods. But I used to think of him more as a jokey purveyor of novelty songs (Just a Gigolo, Angelina/Zooma Zooma), as opposed to a real player, with a first-rate band run by fellow Crescent City badass Sam Butera… Oh Marie/Louis Prima with Sam Butera

TremeLouis Prima and snobbery – cultural, musical, culinary, you name it – are just two of many topics covered on “Treme,” HBO’s new series about post-Katrina New Orleans. I’m getting a little tired of the show’s constant trashing of tourists, the very people who help keep the city afloat. And I’m still hoping to find one character I actually like. But the music alone makes “Treme” worth watching. In one episode, an especially annoying DJ portrayed by Steve Zahn refuses to play any of the old warhorses – like Iko Iko or Walkin’ to New Orleans – during a fundraiser for his radio station (you’d be hard-pressed to find more self-righteous blowhards in one program). Instead, he sits back and savors the joys of a less-obvious choice, Prima’s Buena Sera: Buena Sera/Louis Prima

A nice moment, musically speaking – but not exactly what I’d call “sticking it to the man.”

There’s really no moral to my story, other than this: With a little time and the right context, one man’s garbage can turn into the same man’s gold. Or vice versa. And if you visit New Orleans, don’t be afraid to request Iko Iko.

At the risk of losing my mail-order degree in ethnomusicology (and your attention), I’ll leave you with a few more of my guilty pleasures:

  • “Reggae Pulse 2 Hit Songs – Jamaican Style”: Reggae versions of Motown and soul hits like Just My Imagination, Ain’t No Sunshine and Papa Was A Rolling Stone… Beats the polka covers.
  • Dolly Parton – Jolene: Honky-funk? Jolene
  • Ramsey Lewis Trio – The “In” Crowd: It’s a real toe-tapper, daddy-o! The “In” Crowd
  • Shakira: You had me at hola.
  • Junior Brown – Venom Wearin’ Denim: Sometimes the name of the song is all you need.
  • Dazz Band – Let It Whip: The Bucket Shop was Akron’s ultimate den of iniquity. When this song started playing at glass-shattering volume, you’d just blown right past the point of no return. Let It Whip
  • Lou Reed – “New Sensations”: I’d never admit it to cousin Robert, who left Reed right before this album was recorded, but I’ve always had a soft spot for I Love You, Suzanne.
  • Gregg Allman – “Laid Back”: The Voice of Southern Rock croons over big, orchestral arrangements. This album was big in Milledgeville GA back in ’73… Maybe the locals had it right all along. Multi-Colored Lady
  • Chris Isaak: because he steals from the right sources.
  • Mahavishnu Orchestra – The Dance of Maya: Head-banging for nerds, in a time signature I couldn’t even begin to identify (a waltz, maybe?). The Dance of Maya
  • Robert Gordon: Reheated rockabilly… But when your guitar players are Link Wray and Danny Gatton, who cares?


What are some of yours? If you prefer to send them anonymously, don’t worry… I’ll only share your true identity with a few friends and family members.

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  • Jim

    Your cousin told me he came up w/the guitar riff for I Love You Suzannne but never got a songwriting credit for doing so.
    Also, Bread may have sucked, but David Gates made some great rockabilly records in his youth, and produced Captain Beefheart’s first single, the amazing version of Doo Wah Diddy
    on A&M, so you might want to cut him a little slack. I always thought the name Bread was genius, a guy who’d been kicking around as long as him was bound to get cynical,so he made the most mindless, pasteurized music possible knowing it would make a ton of ….Bread.

  • admin

    I had no idea (on either count). I knew there was a good reason why I liked that song! Must check out the Bread/Gates oeuvre.

  • Jef

    I am an OU grad, Class of ’70, and I remember how intriguing, yet irritating, it was to hear only the Spanish-styled part of “Suite Judy Blue Eyes” drifting down the hall from someone’s dorm room because the rest of the song was so quiet. For my own part, I loved Gordon Lightfoot (still do), while my 2 roommates grooved to Janis Joplin. Today I’m a huge Moody Blues fan but ironically knew nothing of them during their heyday. Must have been studying too hard; of course, ours was the class affected by Kent State, so there were distractions of a more serious nature with which to contend. I dislike people who think inside an ideological box; why not be able to appreciate any artist of any genre? You don’t eat the same food every day; why would you only like one type of artist? I loved Bread and Marvin Gaye; disco and funk; solid gold oldies and Sinatra. The point being, if it’s great music for you, it only matters to your own ears.

  • admin

    I’ll buy that… and my family/friends aren’t nearly as dogmatic as I make them out to be. But the only bread we’re buying is at the grocery store!

  • Joscha

    I like Grand Funk Railroad. There, I said it.
    Nobody told me they were bad, so I dug them. I know most Americans of today loathe ’em although I can’t really understand why.

  • admin

    Farner, Schacher and Brewer… live in 1970. Need I say more?

  • Joscha

    Nope. Good? Loud?

  • admin

    Good and loud… and, more important, Made in the Midwest — by guys named Mark, Don and Mel. Rock without pretense… whatever happened to that shit?

  • Joscha

    Yeah, you’re right. I like to break out their early albums for heavy fuzz box usage listening pleasure or “Caught In The Act” for a great rendition of “The Railroad”.

    Oh, and on a different note, I thought you might find this interesting:
    You know about Cake?

  • Ben

    I too have a soft spot for Chris Isaak. And Roy Orbison. My parents put them on all of the time when we went on long road trips, and I didn’t realize I liked them until they came on the radio after I left for college. I told my friends I was in a Roy Orbison kick and they all gave me a look like I’d just dropped their baby, but I can’t help it.

  • admin

    Isaak’s music is very cinematic — perfect for taking your head somewhere else during a long drive. Of course he stole it all from Orbison, and I mean that in the most positive way.

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