When I’m out running errands in trusty, ol’ Ruby, I’ve taken to listening to KOOL-108 the local oldies station. Yes, 89.3 The Current is my radio soulmate, but a lot of times I just want to singalong to the radio while I’m driving around and I know all the words to all the songs on KOOL-108.
Oftentimes, KOOL-108 hurts my feelings by playing something like “Losing My Religion” by REM. On the oldies station. REM. And sometimes they double-plus hurt my feelings by playing “I’m Just a Girl” by No Doubt, which is just gross on many levels.
- That song came out after college
- Gwen Stefani
- Gwen Stefani who is literally the worst thing to ever happen
- That song sucks so much ass
Despite the hurty feelings, I still love to listen to KOOL-108 because every time I’m Ruby I hear either Heart or Prince, and that’s not too shabby.
Tuesday as I was rolling into the garage with a truck full of groceries, John Parr’s “St. Elmo’s Fire (Man in Motion)” came on the radio. I don’t even think I heard the song past the first verse, but it has been stuck in my head ever since.
My brain has turned my life into a musical and the only song is “St. Elmo’s Fire.”
Put away the groceries? Sing this song.
Eat a taco salad? Sing this song.
Get up in the morning? Sing this song.
Finish writing an email campaign? Sing this song.
Write a post about this song? Sing this song.
My life has been nothing but new horizons, blazing skies, and eagles flying higher and higher. It’s start to drive me a little bananas. I feel like this song is holding me hostage. I think I might have to seek out the movie as some form of exorcism. I’m sure it will go as well as last time I watched it. I’m still kind of mad that Alec so flippantly began working for Republicans.
What a fuckboi* move, right? Fucking John Bender would have never done that.
*I’m not even entirely sure what a fuckboi is or if it should be spelled fuckboy. I am really living up to my out-of-touch Spinster Aunt brand right now.