hello world.
Today, I have been reflecting on just what it is about music, or maybe certain music, often music in the car or the kitchen or shower, that makes it just a physical necessity to do a dorky dance.
(see also: peewee herman, steve martin/king tut, and Gob from Arrested Development for more clarity…)
Driving home on the dark river road this evening, some classics and new classics blessed my ears from the airwaves.
I must digress to note on the peculiarity that for some reason, when a song comes on the radio that you like it is about 10 times more joyful than if you had chosen that song from a CD, mp3, youtube, etc. to listen to. Is it about the surprise as well as liking the song itself that makes it better that way?
because… I certainly would not have chosen “sweet child o’ mine” on my own, or even left it on if it popped up on my Ipod or something. However, in this particular radio gift dropped in my lap, it was pure me and my microphone, me and my finger-pointing nerd dance. This is often accompanied (for me anyway) to drive about 100 miles an hour and/ or jump on the bed. A real thrill seeking rebel over here.
This is a closely related cousin to the almost teenage sensation of hearing a great song for the first time, when it almost feels powerful enough to change your day, just to hear such a great song you’ve never heard before. I’ve heard a few of these songs as well lately. The current played something pretty dope on the way home as well, which I think set the stage for my mood when G ‘n’ R came on…
at least, that’s my story, and I’m stickin to it.
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