I’m a serious music lover. I listen to jazz, classical, rock, pop, and I’m warming up to western. I have attended countless Dead concerts, and have subscribed to the symphony for decades. I saw Dave Brubeck at Orchestra Hall in Chicago, which was a highlight of my musical life. But … between us girls, I also have a long list of “closet bands,” meaning bands I love that I would never reveal to my boss, at the local biker bar, to my tax preparer, to the guys on the bowling league, and certainly never, ever, to my great musical friend Tom, who comments at will on this blog, God love him. Until now! Look for his warranted barrage after this is posted. 🙂
Here are my Top 10 closet artists:
- Electric Light Orchestra (“strange magic”)
- Toto (“love isn’t always on time”)
- Madonna (“borderline…”)
- Styx (“you’re an angry young man”)
- Journey (“don’t…stop…believing”)
- Frankie Goes To Hollywood (“relax, don’t do it”)
- Sade (“smooth operator”)
- Michael McDonald (“keep forgettin’ that you don’t love me no more”)
- Liberace (I held a Liberace appreciation party – no kidding! It was well attended!)
- America (“muskrat susie, muskrat sam”)