I love how friendly the radio is until something happens to you. 364 days of the year you can just turn it on with no fear of how relevant the music will be… You sing about sex, drugs, and rock n roll… Your neighbor’s dog… Cross dressing… Funerals… As if you have nothing to do with any of it.
Then comes that one day, when something unfortunately rocks your world. Suddenly every single song applies to you. Listening to the radio becomes a terrifying prospect, you start lying to people about why you don’t want a ride to work and you sprint out of bed to turn off your alarm in the morning. The truth is, that you got laid off, or your dog got cancer, or your best friend got drunk and called you a slooter. But EVERY song on the radio now applies to you, and not just a little bit, but in a disturbing and profound manner. Yes, Miley Cyrus, there are seven things I hate about you. Indeed, TLC, I ain’t too proud to beg. And furthermore, Shakira, I’m so glad that you understand that there is, in fact, a she wolf in my closet.
Give it a few days though and those songs will again have absolutely nothing to do with you. Even the ones that should maybe hit home a little harder (Im blue, who let the dogs out, and so many similarly emotionally gripping ballads).
So let go of your misplaced random-radio-sentimental-association. In some ways these songs are about all of us, but in more ways, none of us are cool enough to have a song written in our honor. Cheers.
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