I need the Internet with me where ever I go. <\/p>\n
This afternoon I had a song in my head, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember which song. All I could hear over and over again was just the line “Punk Rock Red White and Blue” repeating itself in an endless loop – demanding that I find and play that song. <\/p>\n
So, I’m trying to think of what female fronted band sings this song. I can almost hear her, and I’m thinking what it’s Liz Phair right? It has to be on whitechocolatespaceegg<\/b> because I haven’t been listening to Whip-Smart<\/b> lately, and I never really liked Exile in Guyville<\/b> all that much to begin with. So, I fire up the iPod, and track through all of my Liz Phair, but I know almost right away that isn’t it. <\/p>\n
So then who? … Who? … Concrete Blonde? It doesn’t sound like Concrete Blonde in my head, but maybe on one of their compilation records like Free<\/b>. Well, back to the iPod and I realize right away that it can’t possibly be Concrete Blonde. At about this point, I convinced myself that it was The Pretenders. Which sucked because I didn’t have any Pretenders on my iPod, and I was pretty sure I didn’t even own the record I was thinking of anyway.<\/p>\n
So, I’m driving along, bummed as all get out, wanting to hear this song so I can exorcise my musical demons. All the while, I’m thinking that I really just need to have the Internet right there always on in the palm of my hand. I knew that the Internet would know what song I was thinking of, and that if I could just access it, I could stop driving myself crazy.<\/p>\n