I first heard Michael Penn's "No Myth" a few months back when I was making my way home from Chicago. I was on I-65 South, winding through the desolate wasteland that is Indiana, when I decided to see what kind of crap they must have on the radio in such a place. Surprisingly, I found a decent station, and the DJ was taking decent lunchtime requests.
So, thank you, nameless male caller hailing from what I imagine to be a rusted-out silo near Indianapolis, for turning my life upside down. You just had to request "No Myth," didn't you? You just had to request a song I had never heard before, a good song, one that I can't find anywhere but online, one that has been running through my head for four months now. You just had to.
Screw you. I'm too poor to order the CD online. Sca-rew you.
OK. I"m done.
My Trusted MOGs
He meant well....
My Trusted MOGs
The road to Hell is paved with good intentions, my dear Ivylander.
My Trusted MOGs
Hey it's a great song. It could have been worse. Now I can't get "What if I was Romeo in black jeans" out of my head. I probably haven't heard a recorded version of the song in 15 years but it keeps coming back into my head.