I tell you readers the truth even when it doesn't flatter me at all.
I was out to dinner at a funky little hip restaurant with a couple of friends tonight, and we were whooping it up, having an intelligent -yet-edgy, banter-filled conversation while eating fried pickles (yes), and I lost my train of thought and got a dreamy smile on my face and said, "I love this song, you guys...."
The song? Elton John's Someone Saved My Life Tonight. Say what you will. Butterflies are free to fly. Fly away, high away, bye bye.
This makes me wonder what inspired your question about the origins of shame. Did you get any grief from your friends about it?
For me, Elts-related shame struck when I got caught singing along to "Benny and the Jets" by the dude in the next car at a stoplight.
Posted by: Tim | May 26, 2005 at 01:49 PM
Hey, "Someone Save My Life Tonight" is a beautiful song...! (sob, hiccup.)
Posted by: the Light | May 26, 2005 at 05:09 PM
This is one of my favorite S&M songs, Scheherazade. You nearly had me roped and tied.
Posted by: turboglacier | May 27, 2005 at 09:05 AM
Hey, I LOVE that song!
There is nothing cringey or shameful about that song--sing it loud and proud!!
Posted by: ms | May 28, 2005 at 04:19 PM
Well, I've just reached the J's within my Annual Alphabetic CD Crawl, so that song should be warbling from my office CD player later this afternoon. Maybe not my 100% fave of Elton's songs, but it's up there on the the list!
Posted by: Sherri W. | May 31, 2005 at 01:08 PM