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Lose Yourself

I love a Ten who allows me to use their name. It makes me feel less singled out when I share the contents of my own Shame-ber.

Dear Shame-ber,
I have a confession I would like to make to you, though you probably already know as you are the chamber in which I participate in my shameful behavior.

I have an unhealthy obsession with the song “Lose Yourself” by Eminem. That is not inherently shameful but given that I loathe rap and will often rap along to “Lose Yourself” for a good hour straight it becomes somewhat shameful. My own brain makes fun of me the whole time I am rapping but I just can’t stop, I mean c’mon…
“His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti. He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready. To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin”

It is infectious. Ahh, the pain of a self created self loathing spiral.

-Scott Burbidge


Scott, since you’re the Eminem expert – do you think he’ll take Song of the Summer like Sean predicted?


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Here’s My Sweet Music, Let’s Freaking Party

Now that summer’s here, it’s time to indulge in a Shame-ber item that I’m sure many of us share:

When I’m driving around town and the weather is nice, I make sure to roll down my windows and blast the coolest indie rock I own (i.e. Built to Spill, MGMT). I want the masses to know how awesome I am (RAWR!) and what good taste I have.


If I really want to listen to NPR or sing along with my Cat Stevens Greatest Hits CD, I keep the windows rolled up and the AC on. Maybe the fact that I listened to musicals in high school (i.e. Phantom of the Opera, Cats), I feel the need to overcompensate by showing off my vastly improved music taste to the world. Take that, Cate Blanchett.


Well, I do love Cat Stevens, but I might not roll down the window when I was singing along with “Morning Has Broken.” However, since I work in public radio, it is practically required that I blare All Things Considered on my drive home (when I’m not listening to TBTL, that is).

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It Fills the Cracks of the Heart

Although the loyal Ten who submitted this (we’ll call him “No Way in Hell May You Use My Name”) made a reference to cars in his submission, I’m substituting a similar reference because it gives me the perfect opportunity to quote one of my favorite poets, Kenneth Koch:

You want a social life, with friends.

A passionate love life and as well

To work hard every day. What’s true

Is of these three you may have two

And two can pay you dividends

But never may have three.

Apparently, so it goes if you are devotee of World of Warcraft:

With World Of Warcraft (called “WoW” from here on out): There is a successful job, a happy romance life, and a totally kick ass WoW character… Pick two.

So anyway, No Way in Hell May You Use My Name (called “NWIHMYUMN” from here on out), is playing WoW, chatting with the other players on Voice Over IP, when what to his wondering ears should appear? A song by Chromeo. The song that is now the theme song of his Shame-ber.

Next thing I know, this song that I later found out was called “Fancy Footwork” came as pure as PVP (Shame-ber translation = Player vs. Player) ambrosia over my speakers. So this horrible/perfect song comes over the speakers, the nerds on vent (Shameber translation = Ventrilo, the Voice Over IP program) fall silent, and we all just share 3 or so perfect minutes of PVP together. Keys fly, alliance noobs (ST = newbies) are face melted, my rogue (a bald female orc btw) is taking on two at a time, just smashing noobs, causing the alliance kiddies to just sit back and /picard (ST = no translation available) at the local GY (ST = grave yard). I am a raiding toon (ST = a character in WOW) on a pvp server, sure I can smash faces, but it is not my build, or my desire. However god damn Chromeo makes the killer come out in my character, sigh.

Hmm…. even with my translations, I’m not quite sure I can grasp this scenario. Luckily, our Ten has let go of the past, picked the love life and the career, and now everything is all rainbows and puppy dogs. Or is it?

My Shame-ber is full of Chromeo to this day. I have special head phones that are molded to my inner ear (thus allowing no sound to escape) that I wear for pretty much only two things: 1) playing TBTL podcasts when I am on my motorcycle 2) rocking out to Chromeo on my iPhone and making damn sure that not a single NOTE leaks out.




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Shame-ber Roundup

A quick and dirty roundup of some notable Shame-ber items:

Japan’s #1 mixer has a lukewarm secret lurking in his Shame-ber – barely heating up frozen food when he’s deep in the cups. Well, I guess that’s not a big secret, but it’s Shame-ber worthy nonetheless.

Accacia of Union Suit fame shares three items she is particularly ashamed of: corned beef hash from a can, the music of Shaggy – including his duet with Cyndi Lauper, and CSI: Miami (it’s no NCIS!).

Drinking box wine and enjoying some of Joaquin Phoenix’s early work – before he abandoned acting for his highly successful rap career.

Have a great weekend. RAWR!

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Shame-ber Roundup

A quick and dirty roundup of some notable Shame-ber items:

Sean DeTore watched White Chicks – and actually liked it!

This is old news, but Luke Burbank likes the Counting Crows and also revealed that he lurves the Colbie Caillat song Bubbly… It starts in my toes and I crinkle my nose!

One anonymous healthy eater makes secret trips to Jack in the Box (he calls it Jack in the Crack) for their 99 cent tacos and a Jumbo Jack burger. He says that even the people who know him best do not know about this behavior.

Jenn in Fort Wayne, Indiana admits to being excited to see the movie Band Slam.

That’s it! Hope everyone is having a great weekend. RAWR!

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Blind Item!

Which Ten has a secret lurking in his iPod??

This Ten is a hardcore metalhead, but sometimes he feels a burning desire that only one man can satisfy. You’ll usually find his playlists populated with this:




But if you dig deep into the bowels of his iPod, you’ll find these two gems:



In this Ten’s own words, “The man can build a funky ass pop song! Sure he’s not screaming from the bowels of his lungs, nor is there a blast beat that will melt your face, but when he sings “Senorita I feel for you…” I can’t help but sing along!”

Let’s all sing along:
“You can feel this real love if you just lay in my ahhh ahhh arms!!!” Aw yeah, baby.


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