A Coffee and a Confession Friday

A Coffee and a Confession Friday


As I mentioned in the kick-off post for Wednesday’s blog carnival, I had a bit of an embarrassing confession to make in regards to one of the first albums I owned. Here goes . . . Let me be absolutely clear on one thing:

I have not gone, nor will I ever go, to see any of the movies in the recent reboot of The Chipmunks franchise. There is not a sum of money you could pay me, thing you could buy me, or any number of free lattes with which you could entice me do other wise. I would dare say the only thing that would persuade me to change my mind would be the pleas of my own children, and as I have yet to have any, I’m safe for the time being.

I’m sorry (sort of), but the helium-infused song stylings of these furry cartoon creatures makes my teeth itch. It’s . . . Let’s just say it’s not good and leave it at that.

But I can’t. Because in the interest of full disclosure/not being a hypocrite, I have a confession to make:

I once owned this album –

In my defense, I was nine years old. And if I recall correctly, it was either a Christmas present or a birthday gift (again, in my defense, they are only three days apart).

So my having owned this record (yes, I’m old enough to have owned vinyl records and a record player) either makes me one of two things:

a) A hypocrite (which I would rather not be).

b) A person who is at least somewhat versed in why speeding up the vocal tracks to popular songs of the day is a bad, bad thing to do (much more logical, and less hypocritical). Seriously, these song renditions could scar young children for life and/or result in them having horrible taste in music for the rest of their lives. (Not that either scenario has happened in my own life. I think I have pretty decent taste in music.)

But after taking some time recently to listen to Chipmunk Punk online (I, too, was surprised to find it), I found my teeth did not itch at the sound of Alvin, Simon and Theodore squeakily warbling away on classic songs from the likes of The Cars, Queen, and Billy Joel. I may have cringed a time or three, yes. But I laughed just as many times as I recalled listening to this album as a kid.

And hey – at the very least, Chipmunk Punk was a step up from a song about a cat that would not die and left mass destruction in its wake. Now there’s a song that could scar one for life.

It’s not too late to join in the “Your First Music Purchase” Blog Carnival! Head on over to Wednesday’s post to read the contributions of Steve Goble, Jared Hollier, Scott Kerzner, and Christine Niles. Then link up to your own blog post at the bottom!

Photo Credit: Kevin Dooley (Flickr via Creative Commons)

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