My friend Mandy made a mix CD several years ago entirely composed of songs she had "reclaimed" from the jaws of a bad association. It's actually one of my favorite mixes of all time and I was happy for her that she managed to get all of those fabulous songs back.
I was driving to work today, flipping through radio stations as I do most mornings (radio haters I don't know what to tell you, I still like it.) and I realized that through no effort on my part, a song that was tearing me up just a few short months ago was back to just being good. I'll probably get dinged for liking this but I'm just going to own it.
It got me thinking about how when you are in the middle of something miserable, it just feels like it will always be awful and you hate hearing that time is eventually going to fix it. And then one day you wake up and realize, not only are you over it, you can't even muster up a good, "if he saw me now he's see how totally over it I am!" fantasy because you simply don't care anymore.
Would there be anything wrong with getting that inked on my forearm so I can read it to myself next time I'm crying my eyes out to wistful country music?
2 comments:
That is a tattoo I could almost get behind, even for me.
Dude, that song is straight-up beautiful. Gorgeous music, beautiful tight harmonies and a sweet sentiment.
Perfect girl music.
Sure, it may be formulaic and a little predictable, but done so well that all that is totally forgiveable.
It's like saying that you hate a perfect pound cake simply because it's pound cake and that's not all that exciting. It's value is in it's perfect execution, not in it's novelty.
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