I wish someone killed Kenny

Well, Brett seems to think I need to post to my blog. I personally don't see why -- I don't think anyone reads this but maybe him. Want to know what he wants me to post about? The pain and agony I am currently inflicting upon myself by continuing to listen to my recently purchased collection of Love Songs by Kenny Rogers. I think I can safely say it was a mistake. A very large mistake. And it gets worse as the songs go by....

Now -- don't judge me too quickly. As a child I *adored* Kenny Rogers. I grew up listening to country music, and I always felt that Kenny Rogers looked like my Dad. So he holds a strange place in my heart. Well, we found ourselves at the Walmart in Camrose following a visit with Grandma K, and lo and behold I see this collection of Love Songs. Looking at the back, I recognize quite a few of the classic old songs. I look to see if there is a "Kenny Rogers, Greatest Hits" type of album instead, but no such luck. So I figure, what the heck. I miss my Dad. And I was feeling nostalgic. I also picked up a Greatest Hits of Conway Twitty -- thankfully no regrets on that one.

So here it is, Monday morning. I rocked out to some Fat Boy Slim for a bit, trying to get into the coding groove. It worked for a while, but I tired of it. So I decided I should give my new CD a spin. Curiosity and all that.

It did not start well. There were my classic love songs -- there was Kenny's voice -- and what is that I hear? Saxophone. Oh god. What have I done? I will say I am NOT a fan of Easy Listening. The songs began grating on my nerves. I ponder escape -- but feel it is my duty to play it through completely before abandoning it.

And then I got to "I Only Have Eyes For You". And I started laughing uncontrollably, tears of laughter and pain forming in my eyes. I can't even begin to describe the horror.

Alas, that is the story. Yup, I'm still listening to it -- I CAN DO IT! And actually, there have been a few songs here and there that aren't *terrible*. But I have yet again learned that not everything from childhood is as good as I remember it being. *sigh*