Let’s talk about guilty pleasures. In the mid-1980s, I had two musical guilty pleasures. The first was ’til Tuesday’s “Voices Carry,” which I think history has vindicated me on. The other was this fucking song, by this guy whom I’ve always disliked from that band I’ve always disliked. So really, “Boys of Summer” is pretty much the guiltiest of all of my guilty pleasures.
Except that it isn’t. Cos I don’t believe in guilty pleasures anymore. Why? Almost by definition, a “guilty pleasure” means that you’re worried about what other people think about something you love. Fuck that. I love this song, and I always have. And I just don’t care anymore what y’all think about that.