There was a time in my life, in college, right when I changed my major for the second time (from english to communication design) and I spent a lot of time in the art building with the ‘art’ people. This was around the time i became fascinated with ebay (it’s a competition! it’s like gambling! i get REAL mail EVERYDAY!), and would wear this 1970s children’s ski jacket (the sleeves were too short but the torso part was perfect) and my caffeine tolerance was THROUGH THE ROOF and I used to hit the gas station prior to class to pick up my usual sugar free red bull and poptart combo.

Anyhow, I used to blast this song every time I was in the car— there with my too-short sleeves, spilling red bull on myself in an awkward but joyful way. It’s one of those songs that kind of made me wish I smoked just so I could wave the cigarette like a conductor’s wand or stick or whatever those are— and it was just so amazingly freeing.

A good song maintains a sentiment like that, i think.