I don’t really jive with the indy/underground bands of my art school peers and I own way too many turtlenecks to be able to fit into the raunchy, bump and grind vibe of the top 10 in itunes. So, I typically find myself somewhere in between the 80’s, 90’s and Today.
If singing along to a cheesy pop and knowing every. word. is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
I can’t help the fact that I’m convinced no band will ever match the swag that Hall and Oates invented in the 80’s. Or the fact that listening Talking Heads makes me so confused in best possible way. Or how every time I want to get my haircut, I seriously consider a Jerry Curl just to be one degree closer to Lionel Richie.
Enter: Phil Collins Pandora. All my favorite music. All the time. When Martha, my very pregnant, spanish accented supervisor at work started playing this station on her iPhone as I fumbled to bead 20 Baby Beaded Bone Bracelets during my first week, I knew we’d get along.
Even as I type this blog post, the station blares in the background and I couldn’t be happier.
Foreigner: Waiting (for a girl like you)
Don Henley: The Boys of Summer (Building the Perfect Beast)
Phil Collins: In the Air Tonight (Live)
Bryan Adams: Heaven
I mean, come on. Seriously? I rest my case.
***UPDATE. SECONDS AFTER PUBLISHING THIS POST BRUCE HORNSBY’S “THE WAY IT IS” CAME ON. AS IF MONDAY COULD GET ANY BETTER.