The times they are a changin'.
It's beautiful today. The sun is out and bright and warm, people are generally in a better mood, the snow is quickly melting down into street drains and I'm sitting inside for the third hour waiting for my truck to be finished with a routine oil change that turned into, "You need a new battery on your 18 month old car. And yes, we are definitely screwing you right now on this very nice morning."
On the fourth hour, my keys are returned to me and I head for home only to be stopped the second I press the B and 1 button for my seventh preset station in order to play my iPod. They were kind enough to reset my time but not my 18 music stations. I set to work not being too surprised I remember where every station exactly goes. I then plug in the adapter that I bought for my dad for his birthday even though he didn't have an iPod anymore but intended to pick up a new one and we needed to listen to music on our trip down to Virginia because the iTrip is only good for 30 minutes until my iPod battery dies so I have it in my truck for "safe keeping" until he purchases another.
I roll down the windows and put the volume higher because you have to, you know? The wind makes it hard to hear the lyrics so it warrants a max volume at 32. As I pull out Could've Been by Tiffany blasts out of my speakers and I do not hesitate to sing-a-long. I'm belting it out Carrie Underwood style until I reach the light and someone else pulls up, windows down. 9 years ago I would have continued to sing and rock to my music but today my hand finds the volume button, turning it down low enough even I can't hear, until the light changes and I resume my powerhouse voice.
At 17 it's cool to blast your music whether you are in a church parking lot, on the highway, in your development, or with a bunch of rowdy friends loitering outside a Sevs. At 17 I think I'm so cool, in Kim's hand me down Cavalier, playing a DMX mix cd at ear-bleed volume while I wait to leave St. Anthony's parking lot. Now, One More Road comes on and I shrink away from the stare of the person in the car next to me.
I want to have the windows down and listen to my music without the embarrassment of having to explain why Jordan Knight is on my iPod... and that I have a choreographed dance to Give It To Me...and that it's not stopping me from dancing to it one handed in my truck right now.
Yeah...I think I prefer cold weather.
On the fourth hour, my keys are returned to me and I head for home only to be stopped the second I press the B and 1 button for my seventh preset station in order to play my iPod. They were kind enough to reset my time but not my 18 music stations. I set to work not being too surprised I remember where every station exactly goes. I then plug in the adapter that I bought for my dad for his birthday even though he didn't have an iPod anymore but intended to pick up a new one and we needed to listen to music on our trip down to Virginia because the iTrip is only good for 30 minutes until my iPod battery dies so I have it in my truck for "safe keeping" until he purchases another.
I roll down the windows and put the volume higher because you have to, you know? The wind makes it hard to hear the lyrics so it warrants a max volume at 32. As I pull out Could've Been by Tiffany blasts out of my speakers and I do not hesitate to sing-a-long. I'm belting it out Carrie Underwood style until I reach the light and someone else pulls up, windows down. 9 years ago I would have continued to sing and rock to my music but today my hand finds the volume button, turning it down low enough even I can't hear, until the light changes and I resume my powerhouse voice.
At 17 it's cool to blast your music whether you are in a church parking lot, on the highway, in your development, or with a bunch of rowdy friends loitering outside a Sevs. At 17 I think I'm so cool, in Kim's hand me down Cavalier, playing a DMX mix cd at ear-bleed volume while I wait to leave St. Anthony's parking lot. Now, One More Road comes on and I shrink away from the stare of the person in the car next to me.
I want to have the windows down and listen to my music without the embarrassment of having to explain why Jordan Knight is on my iPod... and that I have a choreographed dance to Give It To Me...and that it's not stopping me from dancing to it one handed in my truck right now.
Yeah...I think I prefer cold weather.