I've been driving my sister's car
I have this thing about music which is that I never notice soundtracks. I've never been able to decide whether that's good or bad, or even whether that means I'm good with music or bad. (I lean towards the former, ostensibly because my mom, who is definitely bad with music, is the person who most needs to turn down the radio when looking for house numbers, but also just because I wish.)
Anyway, I also don't notice ambient music, like, at malls and things. Except, obviously I do. And never more obviously than in the last few weeks, when I've been driving my sister's car (because mine needs to be jumped, and maybe needs a new battery, and I can't really be bothered to do anything about it), which doesn't have a working stereo. (Well, ok, it has a stereo, but the stereo has this "anti-theft" feature that is, essentially, a password that no one knows (she bought the car used). Does is seem like that would actually help prevent anything other than me listening to the damn car stereo? Anyway...)
So now I notice things all the time. Not right away of course, but, for example, the other day I was out shopping, and didn't notice that there was even music other than soccer-mom chatter at the (shockingly full) coffee shop until I realized, halfway home, that I'd been singing "Nothing Compares 2 U" for the past twelve and a half minutes (though, of course, only the chorus (or, at least, the part we learned in Comb Choir)). It got worse when, after seeing that damn bumper sticker, I had "The Hokey Pokey" stuck in my head for going on three hours.
But just now, it took me a full thirty five minutes to realize that I'd left iTunes on "repeat 1" and listened to a single song by the Mojave 3 six times in a row.
Oh, and, new dress:
Anyway, I also don't notice ambient music, like, at malls and things. Except, obviously I do. And never more obviously than in the last few weeks, when I've been driving my sister's car (because mine needs to be jumped, and maybe needs a new battery, and I can't really be bothered to do anything about it), which doesn't have a working stereo. (Well, ok, it has a stereo, but the stereo has this "anti-theft" feature that is, essentially, a password that no one knows (she bought the car used). Does is seem like that would actually help prevent anything other than me listening to the damn car stereo? Anyway...)
So now I notice things all the time. Not right away of course, but, for example, the other day I was out shopping, and didn't notice that there was even music other than soccer-mom chatter at the (shockingly full) coffee shop until I realized, halfway home, that I'd been singing "Nothing Compares 2 U" for the past twelve and a half minutes (though, of course, only the chorus (or, at least, the part we learned in Comb Choir)). It got worse when, after seeing that damn bumper sticker, I had "The Hokey Pokey" stuck in my head for going on three hours.
But just now, it took me a full thirty five minutes to realize that I'd left iTunes on "repeat 1" and listened to a single song by the Mojave 3 six times in a row.
Oh, and, new dress:
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