Today, something terrible happened. I was driving to work, listening to one of my current favorite songs via the lovely CD player in my car... when the LCD screen read error after I changed lanes and the track skipped... then after recovering, there was that staticy noise that accompanies the death of the alternator.... but then, even more tragic, the CD player died. And it ate my Cold War Kids CD. Travesty. So, for the last 10 minutes of my commute to work and my entire 30 minute commute home, I was forced to listen to the atrocity that is radio in Orange County. The morning shows all make me very sad... the rock station's morning show is manageable, if you have enough time to get into it, which I didn't. And let's face it, there are only so many times in an hour that I can hear a Red Hot Chili Peppers song in an hour before I want to die (sorry any RHCP fans... their new stuff just doesn't do it for me. ) I also had to listen to the traffic reports on the way home this evening, which make me sad for my lovely home state. I laughed to myself a bit at how cryptic the plethora numbered freeways must seem to visitors, with "the 405 slow through the 101 junction" and "the 5 freeway gridlocked at the 10/60/101 interchange" along with some "the 118" and "the 110" tossed in for good measure. And I remember how everyone who's not from southern California makes fun of us for putting the "the" in front of our interstates when we talk about them. And speaking of interstates, does anyone remember that Aerosmith video when Alicia Silverstone pretends to jump off of a bridge over one, but really she has the rope around her... I can't remember which of the songs from that Living on the Edge CD that song is from (yeah, that one song with Eddie "John Conner" Furlong in the video), but today I heard "Crazy," and it made me remember the good old days of MTV, when you could watch videos. And then I was sad. Because I was listening to Aerosmith and thinking about old school MTV when I still had the Cold War Kids song stuck in my head. And, I have to say, that I am more impressed with them each time I listen to the CD. I finally think I understand what they're all about, with their tent-revival-gospel meets indie rock in 2007 sound. That’s what I’m calling it, anyway (listen to St. John and tell me what you think?)I kissed the kids at noonthen stumbled out the roomI caught a cabran up a tabon 7th and flowerbest recital I had to ruinmissed my son's graduationpunched the Nickles boyfor taking his seatgets all that anger from mestill things could be much worsenatural disasters on the evening newsstill things could be much worsewe still got our healthmy paycheck in the mailI promised to my wife and childrenI'd never touch another drinkas long as I livebut even thenit sounds so soothingthis will blow over in timethis will all blow over in timeI'm just an honest manprovide for me and mineI give a check to tax deductablecharity organizationstwo weks paid vacation won't heal the damage doneI need another onestill things could be much worsenatural disasters on the evening newsstill things could be much worsewe still got our healthmy paycheck in the mailI promised to my wife and childrenI'd never touch another drinkas long as I livebut even thenit sounds so soothingto mix a drinkand sink into oblivionI promised to my wife and childrenthat accidentleft everyone a little shook upbut at the meetingsI felt so emptythis will blow over in timethis will all blow over in timewhat song gets stuck in your head? and not just the annoying commerical jingles "what would you do for a klondike bar" or the annoyingly titillating "hips don't lie" chorus or any such thing, but songs that really haunt you?