I think we talked about this once a few years ago...but I'll fess up.  I love music period, the crap and the good stuff.  So, let's have a look at my CRAP shall we? 

Billy Joel:  I've seen him live a few times, great piano player and some of his stuff has great lyrics.  But still, he's schmaltzy.

Garth Brooks:  I think I own all of his records up until that Chris Gaines thing which I never bought.  Yeah, it's formulaic and predictible and often times melodramatic but some of his songs really get my heart goin'.

Big Country:  The first four recordings available on Mercury Records.  I don't care what anybody else says, this band was AMAZING.  I was really sad to see Stuart Adamson pass on last year (?).  If you're a drummer, have a listen to this stuff.  Mark Brzecki (sp?) was able to stuff rudimentary solidness AND Peart/Copeland flash into almost EVERY song without it sounding overbearing. 

Celine Dion:  Hello, my name is Paul and I like Celine Dion. (Hello Paul! *applause*)  I own three of her albums and I think she has a lot of integrity despite her show in Las Vegas. 

Enya:  Hello, my name is Paul and I like Enya.  My wife didn't even know I liked Enya until she caught me listening to one of her CD's over the summertime.

Ok...that's about as much self disclosure as I can stand.

PRH