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 noon then stumbled out the room I caught a cab ran up a tab on 7th and flower
best recital I had to ruin missed my son's graduation punched the Nickles boy for taking his seat gets all that anger from me
still things could be much worse natural disasters on the evening news still things could be much worse we still got our health my paycheck in the mail
I promised to my wife and children I'd never touch another drink as long as I live but even then it sounds so soothing this will blow over in time this will all blow over in time
I'm just an honest man provide for me and mine I give a check to tax deductable charity organizations two weks paid vacation won't heal the damage done I need another one
still things could be much worse natural disasters on the evening news still things could be much worse we still got our health my paycheck in the mail
I promised to my wife and children I'd never touch another drink as long as I live but even then it sounds so soothing to mix a drink and sink into oblivion
I promised to my wife and children that accident left everyone a little shook up but at the meetings I felt so empty this will blow over in time this will all blow over in time
what 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?
My Trusted MOGs
I know your pain. My car has (I should probably speak in the past tense, but I'm still in denial that my car is gone) a shallow dash so the CD player sort of levers, and everything skips over every last pothole (of which there are many in the north east) and piece of gravel. Anyway, sorry to hear that your CD player ate your CD, as modern radio sucks really bad these days. I always wondered why annoying DJs think that listeners would rather hear their voices than music.
I don't think it's just people from southern Cali who say "the" in front of road names. I've heard it done in Arizona as well. But definitely not over here on the east coast. But I like going out west because it gives me an excuse to say "the" and pretend I blend in with everyone else. (Until I say something in my blatantly NY accent.)
My Trusted MOGs
seriously...I don't want to hear about how cool you think you are or how you think you single handedly made a band famous (one of the local djs talks like that all of the time).
ha ha ha... well you know us californians think the rest of the country has sexy "accents." :)
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i am fed up with the cd player in my car because it takes half an hour of driving in the morning to warm it up enough so that the cd's don't stick or skip. perils of using cds in the car in canada! this tues I have an appt at the shop to replace the cd deck with one that plays & charges my i-pod and allows semi-fast scrolling & id tags on the dash. i'm psyched!!
the latest song that i can't get out of my head is mew's zookeeper's boy with that "are you my lady are you" chorus...
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My cd player died long ago. Now it's tapes or ipod only. Usually ipod. That sucks, I feel for you lady.
I hadn't heard Cold War Kids before - I put them on the list. As for songs that stick - when you asked they all ran right out of my head so they wouldn't get caught. Haha.
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dar-- that sounds super cool. jealous And, I've heard a lot about mew. My hardcore pusher (ahem, Chucky) is a fan I think.
Chucky-- ha ha... I laughed at your joke. I think CWK are interesting... and they're unique, which is always nice.
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i can't stop singing "it's all right" by curtis mayfield & the impressions. and don't even get me started on "hum hallelujah" and "this ain't a scene (it's an arms race)" by my loves aka fall out boy.