This morning on my commute I took a break from my usual diet of NPR to peruse the stations. Ahh, Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb. Reminds me of studying for trig in high school with my friend Mary Ann, most likely smoking something or other. A great song, to be sure: haunting, beautiful. But then that unfortunate guitar solo snaps me back to reality. Why ruin a good song with that sort of nonsense? I'll never understand it.
And then, then... INXS. Need You Tonight. I remember being 12 years old and hopelessly smitten with Michael Hutchence, wearing my mint green Forenza sweater (or perhaps it was my blue Benetton rugby shirt?) peroxided blonde hair with big bangs, driving in the car with my mother and listening to that song, and her saying something to the effect of, "Do I have to hear about this person sweating?" (For the record, she still bought me tickets to see them when I was 13. Good thing, too. I surely would have died if she hadn't let me go.)