The Ups and Downs of Life

You know, one thing that's great about this new way of understanding the world is it accounts for life's ups and downs. Take this morning, for instance. Start the day with:

What I Like About You - The Romantics

A decent start to the day; it got me out of the house thinking I might live to see sunset. Then, a quick transition into

Sister Christian - Night Ranger

(... and his mullet grew three sizes that day...)

By the way, if you were driving around Norman this morning, and saw a guy holding his lighter out the drivers' side window, air-singing "What's your price for flight? For finding Mr. Right?" that could have been me. Then,

Everybody Hurts - R.E.M.

Not their best, not their worst, but the title was preparing me for being stuck at a train crossing with

Rockin' in the U.S.A. - John Cougar Mellencrap

If you saw the guy with his lips wrapped around the business end of a 12-gauge ... well, anyway, the only thing that kept me from pulling the trigger was the distracting realization that it was the same damned song as "What I Like About You". Seriously. So, you can add "Thieving SoB" to the list of "Things That Suck About John Cougar".

Finally the train ended, and I pulled into the parking lot to

Video Killed the Radio Star - The Buggles

All in all, an up-down morning.

Don't Know What This Means

Not a great start to the day.

Although I did get a few measures of "Head over Heels" by Tears for Fears (but not enough to count), the day's start was

If I Ever Lose My Faith In You - Sting
Superfreak - Rick James

So, does the first song mean my day will be overrated, arrogant, but ultimately immensely profitable? Of course the second entry pretty much means I'll die strung-out and destitute. Which is probably more fun than living strung-out and destitute.

Your Dog Keeps Licking My Nose

The best tunes on the radio this morning: the sound of a siren pulling over Billy the Drunk in some bail bondsman ad. As for music:

You Better You Bet by The Who

Pretty much the dying gasp of a colossally overrated band. Which kinda sums up the relationship of today with my week.

Good Day to Test the Theory

Okay, there's been some recent debate on whether good tunes means a good day, or whether good tunes means a bad day (that's a positive or negative correlation to any math dorks out there).

Well, today should be a good indicator-day. When the alarm went off, I got the very first notes of:

We Will Rock You, Queen

I don't know if it's possible to start your day better. And I didn't jump in toward the end. I got the whole thing, from the last few syllables of some radio promo, to the first few drum-chant measures of one of rock's greatest anthems. The follow-up song was strong on it's own:

You're All I've Got Tonight, The Cars

Add to that a very solid drive-time duo of

Glory Days, The Boss
Bad to the Bone, George Thorogood & The Destroyers

Basically, I got out of bed with the boxing gloves on. By the time I got to work, I had Mick and Apollo in my corner. Today is gonna ROCK!

Update: OMG. Brutal meeting. Somebody should've reminded me that the last time someone had Mick and Apollo in their corner, they got they ass handed to them by a bad man with a mohawk.

The First Day of the Rest of My Slow, Inevitable Decline

Early start today. 4:45 am.

Baby I Love Your Way - Peter Frampton

Oh my. This is order-of-magnitude suck. I can only hope for something quick, like a flaming jet engine falling from the sky.

What is more likely is something humiliating and comical, like my belt breaks and my pants fall down in front a bus full of third-graders, and then four months later, I careen into a wastewater treatment plant while driving to my sentencing.

Maybe Andy's start can counter-balance mine.

Count Me In

Glad to be here. The purpose of this blog is to complement the important theological archives of my friend and co-worker. I'm not exactly sure, but I think we may have co-founded a religion.


Here's the background:

We travel together for work, a lot.


Here's the basic belief system:
He and I have long noticed that the fortunes of our day are inexplicably tied to the morning music we hear on our Jack format radio station.

At 6:00 am, if we pull into 7-Eleven for coffee and donuts, and the radio is belting out some quality Clash, or maybe some Queen or even something newer-but-good, we're gonna kick some ass.

However, if we roll up to Hootie & the Blowfish, our day is gonna be crap. Mike & the Mechanics means there's a bridge abutment out there waiting for us.

Updates beginning tomorrow.