My Hands They Shake, My Head It Spins

Were you obsessed with the radio when you were growing up? I remember lying beside my sea foam green boom box (I kid you not) with a blank cassette tape in the deck and my fingers poised above the red and black buttons waiting for my favorite song to begin so I could record it, just hoping that my reflexes would be quick enough to capture the first few notes. "Billie Jean" just isn't the same without the beginning.

Of course, when life becomes more about work and supper and laundry and making sure the children are in bed on time, whatever is new in music becomes less of a priority. In fact, we all begin to rely on those stations that play "classic rock" which by the way, is just a tiny step away from "oldies." If your iPod contains greater than 51% of music that you memorized before you bought the aforementioned iPod, then you dear friend are probably listening to your own version of oldies.

Kids are no help. Especially young ones. JBB went through a phase in which he only wanted to hear John Denver. "Country Roads" specifically. Do you think I indulged his request? It nearly drove me crazy too. Pretty Girl likes the Twilight soundtrack. She calls it "Wight Music." She shakes her feet and claps her hands. Don't you judge me.

Well, as it turns out, Comcast has all these music channels that are complete crap. Totally worthless except for one called Adult Alternative. I seem to love every song. I can listen for hours. In fact, now that True Blood is over until next year, it really is the only use I can find for that big black box (tv) since I would rather play with my small silver box (laptop). That is how I found the Avett Brothers. I am in love with this song. I hope you enjoy.