Tuesday, August 11, 2009

The Roof is on FIRE

In all the complaining I've done since I got here, in all the comparisons between the soul-sucking driving culture in the Midwest vs the wellness-enhancing subway riding opportunities to read books or write, in all the pontificating I've done on the more-environmentally-responsible-city (make that BIGGG city) living, there was one crucial thing that I forgot about life almost everywhere else in the country:

We get to listen to music when we drive to and from work.

We get to listen to music REALLY loud when we drive to and from work.

As a matter of fact, we can listen to music really loud, and sing really loud, and bop our heads, and play air drums...on the way to and from work.

This was a revelation to me. I had already resigned myself to being 2 years past the MTV target audience, I was resigned to my ass sagging and my apathetic notation that "smoky eyes" are really just 80's black eyeliner raccoon eyes with a more appealing description. I was ok with the fact that I hadn't listened to the radio or heard any new music in years.I didn't realize that there was an alternative to a release-from-a-bad-day-at-work that was not eating chips and drinking wine until I pass out.

Guess what.

After a bad day with almost everyone screaming at me and me checking my bank accounts a couple of times to check that I have enough emergency money to float me should I be fired for incompetence, after an utter and complete Bad Day at Work,

(here's the revelation)

(this is the thing I didn't know about the country)

after that, a really fucking loud rendition of the Ramone's Glad to See You Go followed by El Gran Combo, ELO, a little Beatles, and Donna Summers.....

I gotta tell ya..

it really does a mind good. Especially if you use the steering wheel as a faux drum set and your fist as a microphone.






Off topic, but here are, in my irrelevant opinion, the best songs of my life:

Our House, Crosby Stills & Nash
I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues, Elton John
Glory of Love, Peter Cetera
Seasons of Love, RENT
No One, Alicia Keys

2 comments:

  1. I am a big Our House fan, too. Glad you are reclaiming some of the soul available to you out there. Even if you are not a huge fan of the blues, if you are still in the area when Bluesfest happens in Chicago, you should go...even if just for the street performers. Really good freakin' fest that I think you'd like. At least it used to be.

    BTW, still LOVE your writing, Daisy.

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  2. Daisy - haha. Gee whiz.

    Yeah, I'm looking forward to taking advantage of Chicago culture....very very much. As a matter if fact, I might need to check in with you - we're planning on a Chicago Xmas instead of going home (gasp!).

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