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stupid radio stations.
Feb. 25th, 2005 08:04 amOkay, I'm going to admit right up front that I'm in that stage of fannishness where I keep trying to apply every song I hear to my pairing. House/Wilson may be the best pairing ever, because so far? It completely doesn't work, ever, but I still find it entertaining. Mostly imagining the look on House's face were he ever subjected to any of the songs in question.
Ahem.
So I'm listening to the radio this morning, in the car, the way you do, and on comes the OMG CAUSE AN ACCIDENT IF YOU MUST BUT CHANGE THE STATION commercial. I'm reasonably certain it's a McDonald's commercial, probably for their Sausage McMuffin. All I know is you hear in-the-shower sound effects and then a guy singing "Gimme some sausage--sausage--" and I've never listened further than that; the subtext is amusing, but the commercial makes my brain bleed.
So I hop onto the local "World Class Music and True Variety" station, which is playing John Mayer.
a) When did John Mayer become the second coming of Go West?
b) Okay, if it hadn't been a choice between this song and the sausage-shower commercial, I would have changed the station, because this song, "Daughters," makes me gibber with incoherent rage.
Now - to be clear - I am a sucker for songs or other media representations about fathers and daughters. I'm a Daddy's girl. I cried at that scene in Armageddon where Liv Tyler says goodbye to Bruce Willis; hell, I was at that movie with my dad and brothers, how could I not? And I don't know if you happen to remember that song "Butterfly Kisses," but it was out my junior year of high school, when it was just me and my dad in the car every day, an hour in each direction, and though we're both inveterate singers-along, neither of us could get through the chorus for about the first six months that song was on the radio. So when, one morning, I flipped stations and John Mayer was singing Fathers, be good to your daughters / Daughters will love like you do / Girls become lovers who turn into mothers / So mothers be good to your daughters too... I didn't have much of a problem with that.
Until the bridge.
Boys you can break
You'll see how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on...
And that's about the part of the morning when I start thinking I should just plug in my CD player and listen to the Headstones every morning, because there would be less rage.
Ahem.
So I'm listening to the radio this morning, in the car, the way you do, and on comes the OMG CAUSE AN ACCIDENT IF YOU MUST BUT CHANGE THE STATION commercial. I'm reasonably certain it's a McDonald's commercial, probably for their Sausage McMuffin. All I know is you hear in-the-shower sound effects and then a guy singing "Gimme some sausage--sausage--" and I've never listened further than that; the subtext is amusing, but the commercial makes my brain bleed.
So I hop onto the local "World Class Music and True Variety" station, which is playing John Mayer.
a) When did John Mayer become the second coming of Go West?
b) Okay, if it hadn't been a choice between this song and the sausage-shower commercial, I would have changed the station, because this song, "Daughters," makes me gibber with incoherent rage.
Now - to be clear - I am a sucker for songs or other media representations about fathers and daughters. I'm a Daddy's girl. I cried at that scene in Armageddon where Liv Tyler says goodbye to Bruce Willis; hell, I was at that movie with my dad and brothers, how could I not? And I don't know if you happen to remember that song "Butterfly Kisses," but it was out my junior year of high school, when it was just me and my dad in the car every day, an hour in each direction, and though we're both inveterate singers-along, neither of us could get through the chorus for about the first six months that song was on the radio. So when, one morning, I flipped stations and John Mayer was singing Fathers, be good to your daughters / Daughters will love like you do / Girls become lovers who turn into mothers / So mothers be good to your daughters too... I didn't have much of a problem with that.
Until the bridge.
Boys you can break
You'll see how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on...
And that's about the part of the morning when I start thinking I should just plug in my CD player and listen to the Headstones every morning, because there would be less rage.