The true embarrassment of my record collection is an old album by Bryan Adams. It is truly a guilty pleasure. I own it, I lie it, I totally cop to it. My Name is Buddha 309 and I like Bryan Adams.
this is not a career spanning obsession, this is just a love affair with the early part of a career doomed to crumble under the weight of it's own cheese.
this is what I consider the best of Bryan Adams, most people would claim that it's a myth like Atlantis or a really good Lionel Richie song, but sometimes you need the poor man's Canadian John Mellencamp to pull you through