On the plane on my brain ‘bout to the do the show
There was a point this summer where I almost wore this song out by listening to it on repeat for at least a week, running up the play count in the triple digits in about a day on iTunes, not including the innumerable times I viewed it on YouTube. Thankfully I can listen to it again, and also cling to it in an attempt to remember Mark Ronson’s once-great hair and to forget that “The Bike Song” exists (verses should never be the hook in a song, because that leaves the chorus unlistenable).
And I reblog this entirely because I am fairly sure I still have friends who haven’t heard this song, even though this blew up on my dashboard in June and July, or maybe only heard it once, and didn’t get what the fuss was about. And yes, listening to it right now would make you terribly late to this, but wouldn’t you much rather live a life with this song in it than one without? I think so.