So many little things have happened in the past couple of weeks that I meant to blog, but now they are lost in my subconscious. Here's one from this morning's drive to school:
I'm switching through radio stations and pause briefly on something unidentifiable and grungesque.
MV: I think this is a little too rockin' for this early in the morning.
I change the channel and stop on The Cars, "Magic."
R: This too.
MV: No, no, no. This is just synthesizery. 80s.
I turn it up and start singing along.
MV: This song had a great video in which the guy seems to be walking on the surface of a swimming pool.
R, ever the affirmer: Cool!
Some discussion ensues about how they achieved the effect
S: So what was it about?
MV: Well, the chorus line is "It's magic when I'm with you."
To my surprise* my voice quavers and my eyes fill up.
S: Okay, but what was it about?
MV: Testily. It's a love song, S.
S: No, the movie.
MV: It wasn't a movie, it was a video.
Uncomprehending silence emanates from the back of the car.
MV: A music video. We watched them all day.
*But not yours, dear readers.