
Fucking hell.
So I’m driving home from some shitty attempt at Christmas shopping last night, zipping recklessly up Memorial Drive and staring at the Boston skyline – which remains on the ever-dwindling list of things I love about this fetid corpse of a city I soon must leave – and I hear some saccharine-soaked, addictive-like-whoa pop song come on the radio.
Now, understand, I’m listening to Kiss FM. Well, not listening listening, but flipping through the stations, hoping to hear something decent, maybe even that Cascada song I’m obsessed with. (Yes, you all know how much of a bitch I am for euro-girlpop.)
So this "I can’t wait to see you again" jam comes on. And the volume gets louder, and louder, and louder, until it reaches the point where if 5.0 doesn't stop a 9-year-old in the car, I'm going to jail. By the time I hit the BU Bridge I’m in full-blown, full-motherfucking-frontal Rock Out mode. Holy shit this song rules. I’m hooked.

Great, now I’m CREEPY too. But I dare you to listen to this song and tell me it doesn’t rules eight ways north, south, east and west to Sunday. Enjoy at your own risk
HA! awesome
ReplyDeleteIt's ok to be suckered by teen pop..happens to me all the time
This is the best pop song since "Since U Been Gone." Now THAt is high praise.
ReplyDeleteThe only thing preventing this from being the most amazing thing ever is this one line:
ReplyDeleteMy best friend Leslie said
"Oh, she's just bein' Miley"
Not that it stops me from loving it as hard as I secretly love Avril's "Girlfriend."
I replace that line with "Oh, she's just being Vanya."
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