Why? 'Cause baby I gots da radio! Except da radio just isn't doing any more.
I nearly reached they end of my rope today.
I was sitting there, driving along rt. 76, singing along with a chick that brushes her teeth with hard alcohol (gross!!!) and I stopped bopping around in my seat. And I said No. I don't have to do this anymore.
No Lady Gaga...I don't want your love love love and Rhianna, I don't know where my lighter is at (where it's at, where it's at, where it's at). I'm sorry. I just don't. And finally, Kesha, Jack Daniels is not an appropriate product with which to brush your teeth. Just because it rhymes doesn't mean it's sexy and it is definitely not ADA approved.
*Please see provided links if you don't know which songs I am talking about. I'll admit these songs are catchy. Don't say I didn't warn you.
My pretty steady pop-starlet diet of late, had made me ready
For something slow.
Something sad.
I was ready,
for Iron and Wine.
Meet Sam Beam the leading man.
Look at his shirt, his vest---that beard.
Move over Lady Gaga. Don't mess. I'm ready to move to the mountains with Sam Beam and learn how to compost and work the land.
Thank you to whatever college station was playing Boy with Coin in my moment of desperation.
Now for your listening pleasure, I leave you with a little bit of mellow music which will be perfect for a weekend full of tea and good books and cuddly blankets.
Really, how beautiful are those dancers? And not a sequin in sight!
Have a wonderful weekend!