Sometimes I forge my closest relationships to songs while on the road – which, of course, is ironic, since I hate driving. Driving to me has always been characterized by gridlock, with the rare exception of the countryside drive (of course, even then I’m still trying to make sure I’m not going to get a speeding ticket, which kind of takes the fun out of it). I’d much rather take the metro or the bus – let someone else do the work so I can actually unwind.
Today was one such day of traffic horror. I had a great (read:long, hectic, stressful, with only a few moments to actually knock things off the to-do list) 11 hour workday, and when I tried to get back home, every way across the river was backed up. Half an hour into a commute that should have taken 25 minutes, this song came along:
Don’t ask me why it’s in caps. One more annoyance, I guess.
Back to the song, though, I recognize that it has about the testosterone level of a Pet Shop Boys studio session. And it’s pretty silly. AND it’s basically absolutely sickening in its optimism. But the shiny veneer has a stumbling little banjo strumming out in front of the melody, and it’s like the little dispirited kid that the song is trying to cheer up. I guess it’s just encouraging after a long day.
And now I’m off to more work.
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