Well, I'm running down the road
tryin' to loosen my load
I've got seven women on
my mind,
Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says she's a friend of mine
Take It easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels
drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
don't even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
and take it easy
This was the song that started as I sat down to write this post. Music has been odd for me today. I go out to get my mother a Mother's Day card this afternoon, and the song "She Will be Loved" by Maroon Five plays not once but twice (two different stations) while I am driving. This wouldn't be odd if I had gone to Champaign and back. That would be over an hour of time in the car. The thing is, I was only going to Gilman and back which is maybe 10 minutes in the car (15 if you count the time while I was stopped at McDonalds getting myself a delicious McChicken for lunch, but I didn't listen to the radio while in the drive-through). So once on the way there, and once more on the way back the song played. Mere coincidence I tell myself.
So I get home and go upstairs to help paint my little brother's room (he can't go up the stairs right now, so my parents decided to take this opportunity to completely redo the place). Since I was the only one painting at that point and my room is right next door, I turn on iTunes and crank the volume. I cheerily sing along to the first song ("Take it Easy" coincidentally), but I stop when the second song starts. "She Will be Loved" was playing on my iTunes . . . I didn't even remember that I had the song on my computer. I continue painting for a while as my iTunes gets itself into one of its "Jason LeVasseur/Michael Buble" ruts and plays 6 songs by one or the other of those two in a row.
Well, the day continues and I almost forget about the odd prevalence of certain songs and artists. . . until I sit down this evening to check my e-mail and such. As always, I opened iTunes for some background noise while I was at the computer, and what did my ears hear? That is right, "She Will Be Loved" regaled me again. Now, "She Will Be Loved" is a great song, but four times in one day is a little much for me.
A little disgruntled, but not willing to skip the song for fear of what would play next, I start chatting with a Stupid Crazy Fool (you know who you are), and load up his blog. Funnily enough, his blog today was also about music - Jason LeVasseur music to be specific. His blog mentioned three specific songs, "What is This? Love?", "Don't Wanna Fall", and "Let's Just Suppose", and as soon as "She Will Be Loved" ended, my iTunes began playing "Don't Wanna Fall". I laughed and told him as much.
We continued chatting and the song ended, only to be followed by "Tattoo" by Life in General (Jason LeVasseur's band). I growled a little because it seemed that my iTunes was in a "Jason LeVasseur Love Song" mood and I wasn't in that kind of a mood. Well, two more love songs later - "That Face" from the Producers and "The More I See You" by Michael Buble - iTunes breaks out of its cycle with "Hermaphrodite" by Stephen Lynch.
I then went for a walk and decided that I wanted to listen to some comedy while I was out walking in the rain. Grabbing a diskman, some headphones, and what I thought was a comedy mix CD, I head out. Three blocks from my house I pop on the headphones and hit play on the diskman. . . and Jason LeVasseur starts singing in my ear.
Apparently I grabbed one of my Love Song mix CD's instead of one of my Comedy mixes (I really should color code or label them all). Deciding I was too far away to just turn back because I grabbed the wrong CD, I just stuck with it, and I am glad I did. There was a great song on there that I haven't heard in a while. It is a great song about a true love, and I almost cry every time I listen to it.
"Where've You Been" by Kathy Matea
Claire had all but given up,
When she and Edwin fell in love.
She touched his face and shook her head,
In disbelief, she sighed and said:
"In many dreams I've held you near,
"Now, at last, you're really here.
"Where've you been?
"I've looked for you forever and a day.
"Where've you been?
"I'm just not myself when you're away."
He asked her for her hand for life,
And she became a salesman's wife.
He was home each night by eight,
But one stormy evening, he was late.
Her frightened tears fell to the floor,
Until his key turned in the door.
"Where've you been?
"I've looked for you forever and a day.
"Where've you been?
"I'm just not myself when you're away."
They'd never spent a night apart,
For sixty years, she heard him snore.
Now they're in a hospital,
In separate beds on different floors.
Claire soon lost her memory,
Forgot the names of family.
She never spoke a word again,
Then one day, they wheeled him in.
He held her hand and stroked her hair,
In a fragile voice she said:
"Where've you been?
"I've looked for you forever and a day.
"Where've you been?
"I'm just not myself when you're away."
"No, I'm just not myself when you're away."
When I hear that song I think two things. First, I think that I would kill for that kind of a love in my life. Someone who cares about me so much that they worry when I am minutes late, and who will be by my side throughout my entire life.
Second, I am always amazed that I have actually known a few couples like that in my life, most notably my parents and grandparents. Before my parents both got cell phones they would worry terribly whenever the other was even slightly late; it never actually got to the point of crying when I was around, but that may have been for my benefit. With my grandparents, I say that they are like that because my grandfather truly has not been the same since my grandmother died this past summer. He has moved into a nursing home and grown extremely distant. He refuses to do anything but sit in his room and watch the news, he barely eats, and he never talks about anything but my grandmother.
But I digress. Back to the music stories.
So after a two mile walk in the rain, a shower, and some Mythbusters with my parents (I absolutely love that show), I head up to my room to try to get some sleep early. Well, obviously that didn't work and I am sitting at my computer again. Unable to sleep, I turned on iTunes and started typing this up. When the second song my iTunes played (right after "Take it Easy") was "You Don't Know Me" by Michael Buble, I got fed up, and I have now transferred all of my music files to RealJukebox . . . and in the half hour it has been playing on Shuffle, I have heard an actual random assortment of songs. No more imbalance between the number of love songs in the library and the number of songs played. I now am truly listening to random music and I love it. I have already heard three songs that I haven't heard in months because iTunes is a sappy bitch.
So, I have now broken free of iTunes after months of enduring it and complaining about it. I found a way to change the format of the files back to their original versions and out of the crappy iTunes format.
So I am now done bitching about iTunes. I may bitch about music in the future, but never again about iTunes.
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On a few completely different notes . . .
I went to the doctor a couple days ago and the spot on my cheek was nothing. . . in fact it was a scab that fell off the next morning and I made fun of my parents mercilously for it.
Unfortunately, my little brother's recovery isn't going quite as well as we thought it was, and it looks like he may have to rely on his wheelchair a lot more in the future than he did previously.
Also, did you ever say or write anything because your mind was completely and utterly set in one way . . . only to change your mind a week later? Well, I have been feeling that way recently. Eh, that's just life I guess. Circumstances change, things happen, and you change your mind. Nothing you can do about it.
Now I am going to end this post with a quote. I am thinking about making it a tradition. I love quotes, and as a hopeless romantic many of my quotes are about love, but oh well.
Time goes by so fast, people go in and out of your life. You must never miss the opportunity to tell these people how much they mean to you.
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