I've just found this community, but it warms my heart to know that I'm not the only one with a shameful musical past. I still love the Manics, and I shall not be ashamed of that, but I would also like it on the record that I never cut anyone's name into my arm and I have not yet worn leopard-print in public.
My list of offenses, as far as I can remember:
* I loved Korn. Like, LOVED them. I owned the first four albums, the Jingle Balls CD, and Who Then Now?
on VHS, and I wrote really terrible fan fiction about them. Thankfully, I grew out of them after Issues
* I was similarly devoted to Limp Bizkit, though I was too embarrassed to pay money for any of their CDs because there was about a 50% chance that the local Record Store Asshole would be working when I went to make my purchase. Instead, I downloaded their music off Napster illegally and holed up in my room with my Bizkit MP3s and a healthy helping of shame. I knew they were terrible, but I couldn't stop liking them. A friend of mine gave me one of their t-shirts for Christmas and I wore it everywhere.
* I totally indentified with that Papa Roach song "Last Resort." DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? I WAS SO TORTURED.
* I discovered Rage Against the Machine toward the end of my shitty-music phase and thought they were brilliant. To this day, I wish that I had a time machine so that I could go back to when I was fourteen and kick my own ass.
* Slipknot. There's not much I can say about Slipknot except that I'm from Iowa and felt some sort of duty to support the home team. I bought Iowa
and could never bring myself to listen past the first two songs. I spent $25 going to a seven-hour festival to see them live. My mom dragged me out after two songs under the pretense of "beating the traffic." It turned out she was right all along.
* Orgy. Man oh man. Not only do I still own Candyass
, I stayed with them long enough to get the second album, whose name I have long since forgotten. I thought the "Blue Monday" cover was the coolest thing ever, and "Stitches" was one of my favorite songs. I found loads of copies of Circus magazine with them on the cover when I was cleaning my room the other day, and I died a little on the inside.
This is how I spent my childhood. I know there's more, but I seem to have blocked them out. Fire away. :-)
ETA: I just remembered my Marilyn Manson obsession. How could I forget? I owned the first five albums and the Last Tour on Earth
video/CD set and I thought he was the coolest guy ever for being an honorary reverend in the Church of Satan. The "Coma White" video was, like, sooo artistic. ;_;