The views expressed in this song don't necessarily reflect those of the listener

When I started my workout the other day, I came to a sudden conclusion. Music has the ability to evoke a number of different emotions: happiness, excitement, sadness, confidence, motivation and embarrassment. Wait, what? Music + shame = huh? Don't get all coy on me people. I know you know what I'm talking about. You get to the gym, you put your earbuds in, choose your playlist and off you go. Mid-way through your warmup a certain song comes on the speakers that makes you suddenly shoot jazz hands in the air because you're so excited. And in that split second of recognizing what song it is, those same excited jazz hands grab your device to put the homescreen on lock because oh-my-god-I-can't-let-the-person-next-to-me-with-the-super-good-periph-see-what-song-is-on-my-phone. Yes, I'm talking about that song. And I want to know what that song is for you. But before I subject you all to further shame and embarrassment, I'll put my own head on the chopping block and I'll tell you what mine is. Do you have a guess? Vogue by Madonna? Oooo good one. The Right Stuff by New Kids on the Block? Close, but no cigaro. Alright listen up because I'm gonna whisper: it's Girls, Girls, Girls by Motley Crue.

MOTLEY CRUE??! Yes, Motley Crue. I don't know what it is. Wait, I lied. I do know what it is. It's the motorcycles in the beginning. And I don't even like motorcycles. But I like those motorcycles. They get me revved up (ha! Ba-dum dum ching!) In fact, I like them so much that I've almost shouted mid-workout "who's got a bike? Let's go for a ride. Forget your shoes." THAT'S how much I love that song. I know what you're thinking, "Shawnna, that song is about...." yeap I know. Insert red face here.

Shall we dial up the shame-o-meter and reveal what my honorable mention is? Anything on the


I still have this shirt

Metallica Black album. For your viewing pleasure I have also included a little #tbt photo to accompany this post. You're welcome. I can explain. When we were kids, my older brother and I shared a room. And when you have an older brother you're simply forced to listen to his music. And unwillingly gaze at his choice of posters on the wall (that's an entirely different post, well blog really). So before I started 7th grade, I was a huge fan of Metallica, 90s grunge: Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Pilots, you name it, I listened to it. But let's discuss the photo for...a moment. My mother (god love her) LET me wear a Metallica skull and cross bones shirt to school picture day. Self expression at its finest right there. I had just started at a new school where nobody knew me. Do you want to know what they immediately thought? "That chick is hardcore. She's wearing a Metallica shirt to school picture day. I wish my parents were THAT cool to let me do that." In reality, I'm not hardcore, ha, not even close. But I wore that shirt with pride that day (along with 87 other accessories). Aren't photos just grrr-eat?

So tell me, now that I've bared my soul to you and shared my "embarrassing" music taste, what are your favorites? And don't be shy. I KNOW you have a couple of these songs to share. What are the songs that make YOU get all jazz handsy and embarrassed? I promise once you admit this, you'll feel lighter. Or maybe it's just because I took my sweatshirt off. Anyway, it's totally liberating.

But hey that's just me.