Tuesday, October 12, 2010

and now for something completely different (musical lactose tolerance)

I do not know why (the season, the weather, the effects of tragic life events, satellite radio on long road trips) but I find myself gravitating towards songs that I would ordinarily deem decidedly, um, cheesy.

Case in point: sophisticated musical snob that I am, I seem to have developed an affinity for, of all people, Dave Matthews and his musical progeny. Jason Mraz. Matt Nathanson. Joshua Radin. And yes, I have even found myself actually enjoying the occasional Jack Johnson tune (very occasional).

There is something to be said for being transported, however temporarily. By cranking it up and dancing in a spiraling swirl. By the giant orange sun setting over cornfields and I-70 West. By a huge comfy hotel bed with too many pillows. By a ginormous coffee to go. By old friends and new. By kids. By grownups.

And if it all seems a little cheesy, a little escapist, a little incurably romantic...what's wrong with that? Because after all, as Sir Paul reminds us, the world can't get enough of silly love songs. Enjoy.

4 comments:

Jessica Lemmon said...

Lately, Stroke 9, Ben Folds Five and Pearl Jam have been bending my ear. I don't know if they're considered cheesy or not, but I guess I don't really care. If I like it, that's what matters.

Enjoy your Dave Matthews and Jason Mraz, it's fine by me. <3

Amy said...

thanks, jess. ask your husband about the time we drove to the outer banks together and he'll tell you how picky i always have been about music. i was very skeptical of my baby brother's retro billy joel phase... :)

Anonymous said...

Hmmm,, for me a little Paul Simon now brings a special memory to mind...

dp

Amy said...

you can call me al, dp...