I'm the girl singing in the car in rush hour. Dancing in my seat at a stoplight. The one in a bar who will be unconsciously moving, even if she's not on the dance floor. As a teenager, I never missed Casey Kasem's Top 40. As a college student, I was a band groupie. Dated a guitarist. Later, dated his lead singer. This pissed the guitarist off. Later married a doctor. Who plays guitar. But I digress . . .
I always have my radio on. Flipping between all my favorite presets. I'm ADD (maybe its ADHD?) with the radio. I will flip channels until I find what I want . . . then flip 2 minutes into the song, just to see if I'm missing something better. I can't stand the commercials. I have to find music. It drives some of my passengers crazy. CD's help, but after I listen to my three favorite songs, I'm bored again. Now I have a six-disc changer - should load it up - but still, not enough variety. One of these days I'll have to just breakdown and get an MP3.
Today, my au pair gave me a gift. One of the most thoughtful gifts I've received in a long time. She'd burned a CD. She's lived with us for six months, and she's been paying attention to songs that make me sing and dance in the car. The ones that hold my attention for more than 20 seconds. A ton of my favorites were there:
- "Wake Up Call" - Maroon 5 (I don't know why I'm amused that he kills her lover)
- "Paralyzer" - Finger 11
- "Zombie" - The Cranberries (talk about a plaintive voice)
- "Wicked Game" - Chris Isaak ("what a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way . . .")
- "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" - Israel "Iz" Kamakawiwo Ole (ok, a 500 pound man playing ukelele is unusual, and he screws up the original lyrics ALL THE TIME, but its very soothing and relaxing)
It was the perfect drive music this morning.
Made better only by relatively moderate traffic.
And my hot, new red shoes.
Let the music play.