I fear that I actually legitimately like Phil Collins. Fuck that. I don’t fear it, I know it. And I celebrate it. While Chris was arguing with himself up there about whether it was Phil Collins or Genesis, I told him straight up it was Genesis. I can ALWAYS tell the difference. One time I had to borrow Chris’s iPod at the gym because I’d left mine at home, and he goes, “Just to warn you: there’s no Phil Collins on there.” Sussudio was my ring tone for awhile. I know the lyrics to songs you didn’t even know were Phil Collins songs. I’m not even embarrassed about it. I’m embarrassed for you for not knowing the joy that is “Don’t Lose My Number.”
I’m firmly in the “Against All Odds”-is-a-good-song camp*. And let’s not forget “Easy Lover.” I will sing the Philip Bailey part with you at the drop of a hat. (Plus, the video is about the making of the song! I love those videos! Let’s do a wacky dance!)
*I might disqualify myself as an impartial judge in this conversation when I admit that I still love REO Speedwagon and Karate Kid-era Peter Cetera. I was way into all the nasal male singers of the early-to-mid 80s. Phil Collins was a brute in comparison.
Guys, this is a serious problem.
On a side note I’m torn between whether or not it’s ok to like Phil Collins. He ruined Genesis, Leno-ing Peter Gabriel’s Conan. He also divorced his wife by fax, butchered “Can’t Hurry Love” and that Tarzan song sucked sweaty asshole. Everything his fellow subject of the Queen, Nick H. has told me about him makes me think he’s probably a giant douche lord.