Bishes, hos, driving music
Music is a wonderful thing. Since I’m completely deaf from the waist down, I often have the music very, very loud in my car, and I sing quite a lot louder than that. It passes the time while I sit waiting in queues for idiots. What surprises me though is how enjoyable it is to hear old, crap songs when compared to new, very good stuff.
Let’s take the example of today. I was stuck in traffic on the M42 (not an uncommon occurrence), feeling very tired and horrid and icky, listening (and singing) to Interpol. That’s all well and good, and I listened to a few other things as well (Foo Fighters, Radiohead etc). But then I got bored and stuck Radio One on, for the dreaded Wonder Years (which must go by some kind of mantra of “an oldie but a shittie”).
Gotta say though, I heard Ol’ Dirty Bastard ft. Kelis – Got Ya Money, and it’s probably the most fun I’ve had on my own while in a car between the hours of 5pm and 6pm on the last day of the month when that day is a Friday. I’m not sure if it was the frustration, the volume or the over the top singing of the wrong words by myself, but it was the best thing ever. What a fantastic driving choon! Almost enough to make me wish it was 2001 again…