Carpool Through The Decades!
On my loop number 8 trillion infinity plus times extra,
to get E to voice lesson today?
Radio was clearly aware that I needed amusement and distraction -
So that I would momentarily forget that I was basically driving in circles for the afternoon,
after running in circles at the gym.
I love it when my radio senses my mood and fixes it.
PS: These photos were all taken at red lights,
and I am not a hazard on the road.
I am a total parking hazard, that is for sure.
But photos at red lights only.
Middle school throwback,
and only time I ever tried to learn German!
Sad, and I think it was a protest song protesting something,
but I was too busy trying to phonetically learn German and sing along,
and missed that whole thing.
We hop up a decade
Not doing math.)
I love Lenny Kravitz.
Late 90's, I think.
(Too lazy to google.)
Matt used to protest that this song
(Fly Away) misrepresented dragonflies,
since they don't fly so very high into the sky,
they skim water and surfaces.
I told him dragonflies were gross,
and alarmingly large for a bug,
and had guts if they splatter,
And it is nice of Lenny Kravitz to give them a shout out in his song.
And I love Lenny Kravitz.
And I Am Right.
(Note: I must be right about the decade,
because this was when
Matt was still learning about the many ways in which I cannot be reasoned with rationally,
When it comes to music, (etc . .)
And What I Know To Be True, You Are Wasting Your Time,
I Am Right.)
Memory lane of fun!
Ooh, next I am winding back,
to a thrashy,
discord punk memory lane!
(That is why this picture is blurry.)
Carpool Back To The Future Of Present Past?
More Adventures In Carpooling Through The Decades!
To Right Now.
Lurching Back To The Now
Of Future Is Later
And Past Has Already Happened?
Like, This minute now.
But Guessing I Will Hear This Song A Lot Imagine Dragons New Song?
Is stompy, clappy exact definition of current.
Like a soap bubble shelf life.
But it's catchy!
And I stayed in the now, because I love alt-J.
I love alt-J.
Left Hand Free.
And I cannot get sick of this song,
because this song is awesome.
Also, Left Hand Free?
I am left handed.
I know French and Latin words for left handedness are thinly-veiled synonyms for evil-
"Kevin Spacey Will Play The Definition Of This In Movies and TV."
This may be true in other languages, too.
I do not know,
if it wasn't in a 1980's pop protest song I couldn't learn.
All I know is,
I was told in 5th grade I could only get a C or worse,
if I wrote with the left handed hand crook thing.
And I was,
and am goal oriented,
And prone to outrage.
I practiced, forever,
and since then,
I have written with the paper straight and my hand straight,
give me my A plus and gold star,
I can't do calligraphy or scoop ice cream,
but I am not sure if that is because I am left handed,
or just am indifferent to calligraphy and ice cream.
I agree with all the stuff where left handed people are the best,
most smartest, etc.
I am not sold on the benefits of left handedness in tennis, though.
I think famous tennis players were left handed?
I don't know.
I was hopeful, taking tennis lessons.
Except for the tennis shoes part,
but I wore the stupid shoes and white outfit,
and I think I had barrettes to match.
And I got fired in fourth grade,
after one tennis lesson.
The tennis coach said "Find a new sport."
Unfortunately for him,
my new sport was -
Remembering This Forever.
I was all,
I don't like things coming at my face anyway.
I was all for the outfits.
But you are mean.
I will take more dance classes,
and add on
Telling Everyone Ever Forevermore
How You Made Me Feel Awful
And Left Handed Means Awesome,
as an extra sport. "
And I can wear whatever shoes I want!
And as a reminder of that era?
Back to the 80's!
Love & Rockets!
Break out the keyboards and nostalgia.
song from band we all now have on our iThis or iThats,
whether we like it or not!
I am mercurial when it comes to U2.
I like their B side stuff.
(When things used to be on records or tapes,
Ye Olden Days.
I am not doing math,
The non-giant, angsty ballad anthems.
I like the twisty, quiet angst ones.
And speaking of angst?
I flicked the station before finding out if this was his more recent collaboration stuff,
that I don't want to hear,
or those old,
creepy spoken-word recitations of Mr. Tambourine Man or Rocket Man,
that I don't want to hear.
I think they may be hypnotic trance things to get me to like Star Trek,
and that is not happening.
(Note: The rest of my house, and I guess,
are free to like Star Trek.
I can't do it,
because for me,
it triggers spontaneous narcolepsy.
That may be a gift to the other people in my house and intergalactic galaxies.
Because it shuts me up before I can start in on the outfits,
and the bad haircuts,
and is this the one with the Reading Rainbows guy,
or the kid from Stand By Me?
Is That Winona Ryder?
And. . zzzzzzz.)
Maybe this is a totally different musical thing.
Indie or throwback band I don't know about?
I was not risking listening to find out.
I can't sleep and drive at the same time.
Good news for me!
By the time I flicked back around stations-
(Note: While driving safely,
and only taking pictures at red lights.
I am adept at screeching and changing the station while driving,
Also car dancing,
But I can barely use .0002 percent of the mysterious features on my new iThingy,
when sitting still.)
Yo La Tengo!
Liked it then.
(Not doing math,
but there is at least a decade involved?
Too lazy to google.
This is why I want an intern.)
Like it now.
All's well that ends well.
E got to her voice lesson,
things got busy around here,
and I just now looked at my new,
and wondered why I took all those pictures of the radio.
And then I remembered!
Carpool Through The Decades!
That is exhausting, you know.