#5 - Crazy Dance Pop

Glowsticks, neon shoelaces, arcade games, and slushies. This are the stuff of my youth. I will always love them. And I will always love music that includes synth machines, keytars, and more beats per minute than Roy Jones Jr. on speed.

This genre was at its height in the 90's. While all the enraged punks were lining up behind their self-destructing grunge idols, I was at the roller rink chilling to Debbie Gibson and Duran Duran. Okay, so I was only ten years old at the time. Still, I didn't dig Nirvana then and I didn't change my mind in college when my drug-addled roomie played it non-stop. Think "Kung Fu Fighting" was dumb song? You'll get no argument from me, but try listening to Cobaine's "Rape Me." At least you can have fun with Carl Douglas.

Here's to happy music!