Very hot on today’s run. This ain’t no Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood.
She skips me like a rock
She rolls me like thunder
She knocks me down like a fifth of Tennessee
She’s a pitch that I can’t hit
She’s a joke that I don’t get
She’s crazy…that’s alright with me
I want to go much faster than the speed limit in a 196x muscle car with the original Van Halen lineup with this song playing on an up-to-date stereo system.
I’ll go ahead and volunteer to be the designated driver, but I want Michael Anthony to ride shotgun for sure. Alex can sit right behind me and kick the crap out of my seat or bang on the headrest to the beat. Ed can ride on the back seat hump with Dave on the passenger side. They can fight over space.
Also, the music needs to be playing loud enough to drown out whatever DLR happens to be talking about at the moment.
It sounds weird, but this is exactly what I need sometimes–music that I don’t like. I don’t dislike the Focus@Will stuff, but I’m not distracted by it, and I don’t find myself singing along.
I’m looking at you, Pantera’s “Vulgar Display Of Power”
Played this in my head on loop for roughly 35 minutes this morning.
You can stand me up at the gates of hell, but I won’t back down.
It can’t be stressed enough:
If you are a senior or nearing retirement, your funk will not change under The Uplift Mofo Party Plan.