Hi. I'm New.

Hi. I'm new. And really awkward. Um... musically, I mean.

Ok. I'm socially awkward as well... blame it on being an only child with nothing but a cornfield to play with.

But that's not the point.

All of my friends listen to "skinny-white-dude-so-hip-it-hurts" indie rock. Don't get me wrong, that is a majority of what I listen to too. But lately I've noticed that it's been a game to see who can find the most obscure, gritty, tragically hip band and claim it as their own.

I suck at games.

I've traversed through the rugged terrain of Pitchfork and Day Trotter trying to reign victorious, but the coolest thing I can find is Arcade Fire and apparently they've been around for a while. (That was a joke... get it? 'Cause they're... Ugh. I told you I was awkward.) So this is me giving up. My white flag is waving sheepishly and I am finally embracing how uncool my musical tastes really are.

I love Barbra Streisand.

Wow, it feels really good to say that.

I own my fair share of Babs' albums. (Color Me Barbra is my favorite) I know every word to every song in Funny Girl and yes, I sing it in the shower. There is really not much else to say about my obsession, except zomgiloveyoubarbra! But no seriously. She's like butta.

Why did that have to be so embarrassing? Is it any worse than admitting you love auto tune and Kenny Chesney? No, not really. In fact, admitting you like a raisin in a cowboy hat is a little harder to explain than Barbra. (Let me tell you, my entire high school woulda had lots of esplainin' to do! (Because I lived in the country and that's what everyone listens to. Sad, I know.))

So what if my 50 year old aunt owns the same albums as me. It's not going to "Rain On My Parade!" (It's a popular Streisand song, you wouldn't understand.)

More on my awkward musical obsessions to come.

But first, I must find my collector's addition of My Name Is Barbra.

I'm going to blast it with my windows open.