I have a dark secret. It’s one of those secrets you pray that people really won’t find out about; that you hide in dark closets and only bring out late at night when (supposedly) everyone is asleep. Whenever I engage in this dark, mysterious secret of mine, I worry if the neighbors can hear me and what they will think of me. For the awful, horrible truth is….

…I like Barry White.

Yes. It’s true. I’m sitting by my laptop right now and kind of moving along with those 70′s disco moves. Good ol’ Barry. I find that there’s nothing quite like having that dark, smooth voice come out of those loudspeakers, and you imagine those disco lights flashing through the smoke, and hearing the music start playing. Your body just wants to move along with it (after properly making sure that all the curtains are down).

It’s like I imagine myself sitting in the couch with an arm around my loved one, and then suddenly this amazing music comes out of nowhere, and I look her in the eye and say….

“I’ve heard people say that… too much of anything is not good for you, baby… (Oh no!) But – I don’t know about that….”

And then, as I stand up, the light changes and tones down, and disco lights flashing; and as I take her hand and start dancing, smoke rises softly up from the floor… “It was a magical night.”

These are the things that none of my friends must never know about. My reputation probably couldn’t survive it. If anyone asks me, I tell them I’m listening to Chopin or Saint-Saëns. But, sometimes… when no-one is watching… I turn into the 70′s disco beast.