Showing posts with label guilty pleasure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guilty pleasure. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Guilty Pleasures of the Musical Kind

Hey Everyone!

OK, so I have been tossing around a couple of ideas. One was writing about small scarves and the judgements that I receive from wearing them.

SIDENOTE: A scarf is meant to warm one's neck, correct? Therefore, to wear a scarf that merely fits around your neck and leaves a little tail is doing what a scarf is meant to do.

OK, sidenote done. Onto the post, that I decided to write about. So, via my Visa card, I gain points and then can get sweet gift cards for various places. This time I decided to go crazy and get an iTunes gift card. So, I am very strategic in my buying on iTunes because oddly enough 25 bucks doesn't get you that far. So, I have been pondering my purchases for a few months (no joke... I'm a little weird when it comes to buying music and movies for that matter.)

So, there's this one album that I have considered buying for 2 years. Seriously. You see, back in my teen years, I was a Christian music junkie. If Lady Gaga was around back then, I probably wouldn't even know who she was. You ask me who Rebecca St. James was and I would look at you like you were stupid.

So, this is not a bash Christian music post because hey, if you put on an old Michael W. Smith album right now, I would be smiling ear to ear. But there is one man in Christian music who keeps me buying his cds to this day. And that guys' name is Mark Schultz. I can't help myself. I own all of his cds and the cd that I have been circulating for 2 years was his latest offering, Come Alive. So, here I am two years later listening to his album on repeat. I put it on my iPod and listened to it as I fell asleep and I quite literally had a smile on my face.

Mark is my guilty pleasure cause I am pretty sure if I went to his concert I would be the youngest person (let's just cancel out the homeschoolers) there!

And if you have no idea who this fella is, here's a little taste.

So, here's the rules - I told you mine, now tell me yours.