Save the Music

So I love music. My iPod is arguably my bestest friend in the world, which reminds me that my baby is getting a lil' worn out. I'm afraid I will have to soon break down and impregnant my iPod and produce an iPod Mini! After more than a year of pumping my 40GB hardcore around this island, the time eventually comes when a man has to move on. And I would look so fabulous jogging around the neighborhood with my Mini held by my Mini armband. Stalkers, get your binoculars ready!

This would be great venue to talk about one of my pet peeves. You know how some people assign certain songs to certain people?...and then when that certain person is out of the person's life or changes status in it, the song becomes tainted with a nostalgic disease I like to call bullshit! You know who you are, you sentimental bastards! Before your thought bubble fills with "ass" along with my picture connected to it, I will admit that I am not entirely innocent. Yes, there are some songs that remind me of certain people. But I don’t allow assholes that have exited my life or screwed me over to taint the very greatest of a song!

Currently, I’m addicted to One Evening by Feist (a gift from Canada):

The evening was long, my guesses were true
You saw me see you
That something you said, the timing was right
The pleasure was mine
The time and the place, the look on your face
Sincerest of eyes
If you're ready or not, the state of our hearts
There's no time to take
When we started both brokenhearted
Not believing
It could begin and end in one evening
We were caught by the light
Held on to the day till it became ours
The minutes went by, the cab is outside
There's no time to take
When we parted, moving on
And believing it could begin and end in one evening
When we started both brokenhearted
Not believing it could begin and end in one evening
When we parted, moving on
And believing it could begin and end in one evening