The best part about Friday's "Guilty Pleasures" show at the High Dive in Fremont was arguing whether the songs that were played were in fact guilty pleasures. Ok, the actual best part was hearing the songs. A close second was second-guessing the decision to play them. The way it worked was a local band got up on stage, played three songs they considered to be guilty pleasures, and then made way for the next......

About seventy percent of my iPod contains music that could be construed as a guilty pleasure, and most of that is right out there in the open. I'm just not really feeling a whole lot of guilt over it. However, there's also a playlist so innocuously named that it couldn't possibly attract any attention ever and that playlist contains the lowest of the low; the truly embarrassing shit, the shit that is sure to come......

Okay, okay, you have empathy fatigue or some bullshit like that and you don't want to even hear it anymore. You gave! We know! Don't even mention the word "benefit" in your presence or you're likely to go off on some compassionate conservative rant right here. So, we won't. We won't say that Guilty Pleasures at the Sunset tonight is a benefit. We will say that last year's audience heard ELO's Telephone Line, Michael Jackson's......