Sordid Confession.

I don't like Jamiroquai.

Zut alors!

That's right! Je n'aime pas Jamiroquai.

How could I not? He seems to be this beneficent, munchkin-like, totally cutesy French dude with all these positive, practically celestial lyrics and easygoing grooves!

During Freshman year of college, I pretended to dislike, perhaps loathe, Prince, because everyone around me was in a frenzy over him, and my roommate screamed at me, "Wait a minute, you don't like Prince?! What is the matter with you?!" Lots of eyebrows, open mouths, and shrieking. I couldn't stand to go with that tide. A few years later I got to enjoy him away from all of those bitches.

This is not the case with Jamiroquai. I am not trying to go against the monstrous, crushing, Jamiroquai tide. All his songs sound alike to me. I don't understand his name, and if he made it up, I think he did a bad job. I will give it to him, however, in that I think he occupies a niche of one. There is nothing else like Jamiroquai, thank god.

I might have just heard the "track" that will make me change my mind, and that makes sense, because when I get this contemptuous of something it's usually when I'm about to come around.