Don't Stop!

Belated posting! I spent the weekend trotting all over Vancouver with Jeanette, eating ice cream and watching comedy and buying things at IKEA, as well as finishing school work and packing! AHH so much to do!

Anyway, onto the song challenge, because that's what really matters.

Day 12: A Song From a Band You Hate

Since my high school days, I've hated AC/DC. My friends really liked Led Zeppelin and AC/DC and other bands from the 1970s. I tolerated their music, even enjoyed some of it, but I always hated AC/DC. Whenever they come on the radio, I turn it off immediately in order save passengers and other sharers of the road from my angry rampage.



Day 13 - A Song That is a Guilty Pleasure

The movie Fame was painful. It was poorly written, poorly acted, and poorly directed. Even the song and dance numbers left much to be desired. But as soon as I got home from the film, I bought Asher Book's "Try" on iTunes. It's such a sappy love song, but I can't help how much I love his voice.



Day 14 - A Song That No One Would Expect You To Love

Ke$ha; or, as Principal Figgins calls her "K-E- dollar sign - HA". I think she's a terrible singer and an even worse role model; I think she's vapid and a vacuum cleaner of intelligence. But man! can you dance to TiK ToK!



Jillz

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Anonymous said…
If I could I would give you the award for having the three most diverse songs in one blog post. Success!

Brittany
28/3/11 22:17
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