Secrets. Everyone has them; those little things you hide away, for fear of judgement and censure. Whether it’s trashy romance novels, plotless action movies, or peanut butter and bacon sandwiches, if there’s one thing every person on this planet has in common, it’s that everyone has or does something they’re ashamed of. In my case, my secret shame “things” mostly come in the form of music. I generally pride myself on having somewhat respectable taste in music (which I’m sure is debatable, but I’ll save that for next week’s column).