remember that episode of flight of the conchords where murray tells brett and jermaine that the city is too dangerous and brett wears that reflective safety vest and they get mugged despite the vest and the hiphopapotamus rap (ain't no party like my grandma's tea party; hey, ho), and brett's camera phone that's really a camera taped to a phone get's stolen? well, my car is kind of like that camera phone except it's like a boat taped to a wind tunnel* (boat on account of the engine that gurgles and idols, wind tunnel on account of the several doors and sunroof that don't properly close, tape on account of the whole thing barely hanging together. boat also on account of the water that gets in the car when it rains because of those doors and sunroof, and both boat and wind tunnel on account of the sheer monstrosity.) because my car is like a boatwindtunneltape mess, i have to listen to my radio really loud. so loud that by the time i got home tonight, my neck hurt. it's like i need earplugs to hear my music, and "that don't make no sense."
the radio was sooo lame tonight. nothing good. the weird thing is that even after the forty minutes it took me to get home, i was still looking forward to every new song on every single station. each time the song changed, it could have been the one. it never was. (okay, it was one time--more on that later.) while i was flipping between really loud bits of really lame songs, i was contemplating a few things i could post on this blog. many times i have nothing to say, but a few rare times i have to fight with myself over what to post. should i post the top ten reasons why i wouldn't take myself on a second date or should i post the three songs i wish i would have heard on the radio? luckily, the long drive gave me plenty of time to talk myself out of the top ten list as this blog is a major source of date revenue. i'd be shooting myself in the foot.
and i was spared from posting the three songs i wished i would have heard by hearing the one song that was exactly what i wanted, which i will post below with clues for the tickling of your ears.
2:38--the riff on the hey jude bit
3:01-3:08--this is as close as i come to screamy music
3:58--hey judey judey judey judey judey
some people think the beatles are no good, and they're wrong. that's all. their name is a little silly, or i probably would have thought it was silly back in the day if i hadn't been in love with the guys. "oneders. like 1-ders." "yeah i get it. still looks like oh-knee-ders."
*i have to admit that i don't know what a wind tunnel actually is or how big they run because brendan might read this and he probably knows and would want to correct me. also, i'm grateful to have transportation even if it is consigning me to environmentalist hell. that really is all.
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