Another embarrassing affection I refuse to apologize for

I like many of Cher's songs.

Yes, I understand all the criticisms you can reasonably level at her, but I like quite a few of her pop hits, and I refuse to apologize for liking them.

Consider this one, for example.



Overdone?  Silly?  Needlessly sexy video?  Yes.  Yes.  Yes.

I don't care.  I love it.

And then this song, the very best cover of a great song.



I love the Marc Cohn original, but I also adore Cher's cover, which she makes her own.  I even love that she plays the Elvis part.

Yes, you can reasonably call me shallow for liking Cher.  I don't mind.  When the music works for you, it works for you.

These--and many of her other songs--work for me.

Cher is haunting my bathroom

Okay, it's not my bathroom, it's the men's restroom in my company's office building, and it's not Cher personally, it's her music, but still.  Two nights in a row, I've walked into the restroom, and Cher has been singing.

The first night it was her 1998 Auto-tuned hit, "Believe."

Tonight, it was her cover of Marc Cohn's wonderful "Walking In Memphis"--a cover that's pretty darn good.

What does this mean?  I haven't a clue, but surely it can't be a coincidence.  Surely not.

I know that if Cher is singing again Wednesday night, I'm going to have to find out who's deejaying that bathroom.

Something is afoot.