So this is the second time today I’ve experienced the extreme need of getting to my computer. It may be an early sign of addiction, but I’m not denying it, so there!
During the drive home, on the radio, David Bowie and Queen’s Under Pressure played away, and I actually listened to the entire thing and enjoyed it thoroughly.
What’s the big deal? you might think, or I can’t believe you actually did that! or What’s the B.F.D. you addict!?
Well, here’s Part One of why I needed to get home – I used to hate that song. I despised it to the core. I don’t know if it was Vanilla Ice’sliberal borrowing of the back beat for his horrendous tune or David Bowie’s lavish oddness and his affinity for the indulgent, but it was a station changer for sure.
Part Two of why I needed my num-num (laptop) – it made me extremely happy hearing it, and I needed to know why. I don’t even know if it’s supposed to be a happy song, or what any of its lyrics are. I decided that it must have reminded me of something I liked so much that all of my past transgressions against the song faded away.
Courtesy of the wonders of the TripleDoubleU, voila! (I’m so embarrassed, btw…)