I enjoyed being mentioned, but would like to make it clear that I would rather line Barenaked Ladies up against a brick wall and execute them St. Valentine's Day Massacre-style than listen to them.
That's pretty much what the church did to fuj, to be honest, the case is coming to court soon, and the therapy has stopped the worst of it. We still wear ear plugs in the family home after Red Shoe Diaries is on, though.