I took a cab home last night, after my weekly 6 Feet Under <\/i>date with Jen. It was late. I had had to wrench myself away from Risky Business<\/i> (“I want my egg back!”) because I had to get home.<\/p>\n
The cab shows up. My cabbie was blatantly smoking. I got in, and we started back to my place.<\/p>\n
The radio was on, blaring Olympics commentary.<\/p>\n
We drove through the rain in companionable smoky silence.<\/p>\n
But suddenly – out of nowhere – he became irate. He shared his feelings with me. Gesturing irritatedly at the radio. “Listen to this! The radio! I hate the radio!”<\/p>\n
I wasn’t sure if it was a general comment, or if he was pissed at the Olympics for pre-empting his favorite show.<\/p>\n
I took the safe route. “You do?”<\/p>\n
He shouted, “Yes! You never hear good music on the radio anymore! It’s all crap!”<\/p>\n
I said, “I agree with you.”<\/p>\n
Then he said, in a different tone, “Well … except for stations that play 70s music. That stuff is always good.”<\/p>\n
Suddenly I felt deep love for this angry man. “Oh yes. Music from the 70s will always be in style.”<\/p>\n
He looked at me through the rear view, excited to be in the presence of a soulmate. “Right?? Isn’t it?? Why can’t they play more of THAT? I can’t even LISTEN to the radio anymore!” (meanwhile, he’s shouting above the Olympic commentary … on the radio <\/b>…)<\/p>\n
I said, “I never listen to the radio. They just play the same songs over and over.”<\/p>\n
“So true! I mean – it’s all CRAP on the radio. Every station is CRAP! I mean – listen to this.”<\/p>\n
He switched the station. Disco music filled the car. He softened a bit. “Well … no … now that’s some good sound.”<\/p>\n
He switched the station again. Bob Marley filled the car. “Well … reggae’s great, actually. I love reggae.” His plan to show me all the crap on the radio was failing.<\/p>\n
He switched the station again. Creed came on. Now I personally hate Creed. But Creed apparently filled the cabbie’s heart with happiness.<\/p>\n
He raved, happily, “I mean, listen to that – listen to that song! They <\/i>understand melody! Nobody understands MELODY anymore!”<\/p>\n
He stopped his search for all of those terrible radio stations out there, and we careened up the hill to my house, blasting Creed. heh heh heh<\/p>\n
When I got out, I said, “Maybe you should just stay on this station from now on. Since there’s so much crap out there.”<\/p>\n
He laughed, all blissed out because of Creed. “I think I will!”<\/p>\n
The human comedy. I love it. At all times.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I took a cab home last night, after my weekly 6 Feet Under date with Jen. It was late. I had had to wrench myself away from Risky Business (“I want my egg back!”) because I had to get home. … Continue reading