Somewhere in Music Hell...

The music on cruise ships is really bad.

I mean, bad.

I'm not talking about the hokey Las Vegas style shows. I mean the music that is piped through the corridors, bars, pools...everywhere.

Over the past five days, I've heard more B-52s, Ricky Martin, Backstreet Boys and Mariah Carey than I care to remember. I actually own several Mariah Carey albums because I think she has an amazing vocal range, but I can only handle her in small doses.

During the midnight buffet last night (don't judge me!) I finally heard a little rock: Van Hagar and "Dreams." It was over in a flash, and then it was back to boyband hell.

I wonder if the music on the Motley Cruise will be the same Beach Boys flair, or will the crew cater to a harder crowd? I certainly hope so, or I may shake.

Tomorrow, we leave the boat and head for Disney World. That means more bad music but at least there is ice cream in the shape of a mouse head. Ah, small joys.