I Love You, Phil Collins.

This post brought to you by conversation with Best Friend Thing:

Hillary: so he has two parts?
. . . two hearts?
THAT’S A PHIL COLLINS SONG

Lauren: Not exactly. Just a few extra pieces in his.
OR HE’S A TIME LORD

Hillary: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SidxJz94Svs

Lauren: Oh, I don’t even need to click that.

Hillary: . . .
BUT YOU DO

Lauren: NO IT’S ALREADY IN MY HEAD NOW THANKS

Hillary: /DANCES
I LOVE YOU PHIL COLLINS
THERE WAS NO REASON TO BELIEVE SHE’D ALWAYS BE THEEERE
BUT DON’T PUT FAITH IN WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN
IT’S GETTING YOU NOWHERE
TWOOOOO HEARTS
LIVING IN JUST OOOONE MIIIND
YOU KNOW IT TWO HEARTS
LIVING IN JUUUST OOOONE MIND!
Is this Phil Collins torture?
I’m not even sure they do this at Guantanamo.

Lauren: Phil Collins is kind of like candy corn.

Hillary: I . . I like phil collins

Lauren: So do I, but in small doses.

So I have this weird thing about Phil Collins. I don’t recall my mother ever being that much of a fan. In fact, I think she dislikes Genesis (though she may pop up to clarify that. Saying my mother’s name invokes her like she’s a superiorly-dressed Candy Man or something. That or she loves me and likes reading my blog.) Anyway, I like Phil Collins. I know my Uncle Michael used to like Phil Collins because he’d play their CDs when I was over his house as a kid. To cement my tinfoil-hat-wearing-Phil-Collins-thing, I’d watch VH1 until my eyes bled as a sprout, and for some reason VH1 LOOOOVED Phil. They played the -shit- out of Phil. I think the first song I ever fell in love with was Against All Odds:

From there it went on to Can’t Hurry Love, In The Air (obviously), and Easy Love.

SHE’S AN EASY LOVER!
SHE’LL GET A HOLD ON YOU BELIEVE IT!
LIKE NO OTHER, BEFORE YOU KNOW IT YOU’LL BE ON YOUR KNEES!

Towards the late 80’s and early 90’s, Phil came out with a bunch of public awareness songs, including Another Day In Paradise. Which is the most depressing song -ever-. But hey, at least a famous dude was using his influence for a good cause, right! Unfortunately, suicide rates in the US skyrocketed during the radio-play of this song because it made everyone so sad, they flung themselves off of any nearby, high surfaces (*unconfirmed fact). That album also had Something Happened On the Way to Heaven (video famous for starring a dog) and (my favorite from that album) I Wish It Would Rain Down.

So by my count, that was over ten years of me loving on the Phil – early 80’s to early 90’s. Now, Phil’s reduced to greatest hits compilations and light rock stations, and I’ve heard he’s retired from music for the most part. I never really skip over him if I stumble across one of his songs on the radio, though. The exception being that fucking Tarzan song because no, Disney, that song makes me do the sad-time face. The thing is, I’m pretty sure there’s a shame factor involved in liking Phil Collins. It’s sort of like . . . less cool than liking JOURNEY. And let me tell you? You can have a lot of self-loathing if you like Journey, especially after you’ve seen Eric’s Journey Dance (which looks a lot like he’s milking a cow – it’s fucked.) Steve Perry is the anti-cool. Phil Collins is also the anti-cool, yet here I am flying my dork flag and confessing to my numero uno guilty pleasure.

So I gotta ask, which artist do you REALLY LOVE that you hate admitting to because you’re afraid your friends will give you wedgies and steal your lunch money? I want all your dirty musical secrets. BRING IT, PEOPLE.

4 thoughts on “I Love You, Phil Collins.

  1. OK, I read the blog because I like to know what’s nesting in that “rat-trap-old-barn-that- American- Pickers-would- crawl-thru” brain of yours. I never really liked PC, I never disliked him either. He was ok in a saccharine sorta way. And please note: my brother had crappy taste in music after he stopped listening to Hendrix.

    BTW, my wedgie inducing guilty pleasure was always Gordon Lightfoot.

    There- I’ve said it out loud.

  2. Holy crap…

    I wish I were making this up, but I was typing my reply and at the same time reading Mom’s post (Is it ok if I call you “Mom”? I feel like we’re really connecting here.) and was getting ready to type Gordon Lightfoot. Seriously. “Sundown” is a staple of my karaoke rotation. Then of course you have “The Circle Is Small,” “Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald,” and “If You Could Read My Mind.” I do love me some folksy acoustic guitar ballads.

    Ok, since Mom stole my thunder (I REALLY hope it’s ok I call you Mom), I’m going to unabashedly admit to my love of Jackson Browne. Ya know, except for that “rah-rah-protest-everything-under-the-sun” thing he does. That gets old fast. But “Pretender,” “Late For The Sky,” and “The Next Voice You Hear” are fucking phenomenal.

    • I love Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald and I think I have If You Could Read My Mind on mp3 somewhere. >.> Gordon’s awesome.

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