Day 8 - A song that makes you happy

Train - Drops of Jupiter

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's a time to change, hey, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star–
One without a permanent scar?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey, hey (mmm)
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey, hey (yeah)

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who was too afraid to fly so he never did land

But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way?

And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken?
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance, five-hour phone conversation?
The best soy latte that you ever had and me

But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way?

And tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?

And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself?

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
And did you fall for a shooting star, fall for a shooting star?
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
And now you're lonely looking for yourself out there

Day 8 - a song about drugs or alcohol

This song is dedicated to the amazing trip that I took a year ago this month.

I went to Nashville, Tennessee. While there, I realized that there was no possible way that I could do Broadway two days in a row.

On the second full day in Tennessee, I ventured down to Lynchburg, Tennessee, and went on a tour of the Jack Daniels distillery.

I've always wanted to go. I'm so glad I was brave enough to drive 900 miles by myself for that trip.

It was life changing.


Jack Daniels
Eric Church

I got a reputation going round
Ain't never been the kind to back down
I’ve thrown a punch or two and gave a few black eyes
But Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

I hung in pretty good for a round or two,
But he don’t fight fair like daddy taught me to,
Her memory turned my head and then he snuck up from behind
Yeah Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

Always thought this heart was made of steel and bulletproof
But the memory of her taillights fading breaks it right in two
Guess every superman has got his kryptonite
Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

Well I didn’t bleed and I ain't black and blue
But it ain't hard to tell who got the better of who
Cause in the morning light I’m hard to recognize
Yeah Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

Always thought this heart was made of steel and bulletproof
But the memory of her taillights fading breaks it right in two
Guess every superman has got his kryptonite
Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

That black label’s like black powder for my soul
My head feels like a bomb about to blow
Hell I’m half inclined to give that fuse a light
And let Jack Daniels kick my ass again tonight

Day 7 - A song to drive to

Day 7 of the 30-day music challenge is a song to drive to. 

I will always remember the first time I heard this song. I will always remember the specific intersection I was at in Wichita when I heard this beautiful song on the radio. 

Day 7 is dedicated to Ashley McBryde and 'A Little Dive Bar in Dahlonega.' Because 'find a song that saves ya, man' is amaaaazzzzzzzzzzzzzzing. 

To the bag packed, first love leaver
The heart cracked, double down dreamer
The homesick for grass that's greener
And a slice of mama's peach pie

To the flat broke, couch cushion gas money
The worker bee that ain't gettin' no honey
Missin' someone all the while runnin'
Gunnin' for the brighter lights

Here's to the break ups that didn't break us
The break down, wrong turn that takes ya
To a little dive bar in Dahlonega
Hear a song from a band that saves ya, man
It's hittin' rock bottom smoke 'em if you got 'em
Nothing's going right
Makin' the best of the worst day kinda night

We've all got a number that we don't wanna drunk dial
And a good friend we ain't seen in a while
And a slow dance left in these boots
And a chance at putting down new roots

Here's to the break ups that didn't break us
The break down, wrong turn that takes ya
To a little dive bar in Dahlonega
Hear a song from a band that saves ya, man
It's hittin' rock bottom smoke 'em if you got 'em
Nothing's going right
Makin' the best of the worst day kinda night

Here's to the break ups that didn't break us
The break down, wrong turn that takes ya
To a little dive bar in Dahlonega
Meet a girl outside Atlanta, man
when it's hittin' rock bottom smoke 'em if you got 'em
Nothing's going right
You're just singing along with your drink raised
A pretty little blonde thing's looking your way
Makin' the best of the worst day kinda night
Yeah, it's making the best of the worst day kind of night

Oh
Here's to the breakups
It's that kinda night

Day 6 - A song that makes you want to dance

Day six is a little tricky, because I only dance sober to slow songs or wedding songs that have dancing instructions in them (re: Cupid Shuffle).

I was going to go with an Eric Church song here, but I have a feeling that I need to branch out more. (Someone sang a Billie Eilish song to me after the Grammys, which made me realize that I live in a musical bubble that I don't often get out of. I didn't know the song and people had to explain who she was to me.)

So, instead of EC's Drink in My Hand, which is the perfect party song to dance to at a concert, we're going to switch it up with this one.

This is a slow song by George Strait, which was written by John Prine. You might recognize John's name because he just succumbed to the corona virus. 

Damn. It took Joe Diffie and John Prine.

Here's to the country greats. Here's also to washing your hands, not eating bats and not licking door knobs.

I Just Want to Dance With You
George Strait

I don't want to be the kind to hesitate
Be too shy, wait too late
I don't care what they say other lovers do
I just wanna dance with you

I gotta feeling that you have a heart like mine
So let it show, let it shine
If we have a chance to make one heart of two
I just wanna dance with you

I wanna dance with you, twirl you all around the floor
That's what they intended dancin' for
I just wanna dance with you
I wanna dance with you, hold you in my arms once more
That's what they invented dancin' for
I just wanna dance with you

I caught you lookin' at me when I looked at you
Yes I did, ain't that true?
You won't get embarrassed by the things I do
I just wanna dance with you

Oh the boys are playin' softly and the girls are too
So am I and so are you
If this was a movie, we'd be right on cue
I just wanna dance with you

I want to dance with you, twirl you all around the floor
That's what they intended dancin' for
I just wanna dance with you
I wanna dance with you, hold you in my arms once more
That's what they invented dancin' for,
I just wanna dance with you

I wanna dance with you
Twirl you all around the floor
That's what they invented dancin' for
I just wannna dance with you

I wanna dance with you
Hold you in my arms once more
That's what they invented dancin' for

I just wanna dance with you
I just wanna dance with you
I just wanna dance with you
I just wanna dance with you

Day 2 - A song you like with a number in the title

This one was a little tricky, guys. I had to enlist my Dad for help, and he ultimately picked this song. 

While we were talking about song titles today, 'One' by Metallica came up, as did Dolly Parton's '9 to 5' and 'Summer of 69.' 

But '21 Summer' wins because I love Brothers Osborne with all of my heart (and because John Osborne plays the guitar like he invented it).

I looked on my phone from the concert I went to last year, and sadly, I did not get '21 Summer' on video. However, here is a YouTube link. 

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Favorite lyrics:

I hope you find the storm that you were chasing
Hope your eyes are still as full of dreams
As they were that night when you slipped off those cut off jeans
When I hear the sound of high tide thunder
I can see your hair blowing in the breeze
I think about how you and that twenty-one summer made a man of me
Yeah you made a man of me

How yah been I'd love to hear 'bout how you been
You're the only broken heart I've ever had and love to have again

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"You're the only broken heart I've ever had and love to have again."

We've all been there. 

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This song and talking to my Dad today brings up several inappropriate stories, and I've really thought about keeping these stories to myself. 

But I'm the boss of thishereblog, and I think we shall explore the inappropriateness of life during this very inappropriate time in the world. 

Inappropriate story #1: I bought baby wipes for my best friend's son today. Because of the crazy times and this stupid virus that is threatening to uproot everything we know to be true in life, I've been trying to reach out to people who aren't as mobile as I am (re: elderly and those who have young kids) to see if they need anything.

And when bff's son needs wipes, you just shut up and buy the child wipes.

I loaded the wipes into my cart today, and my Dad made an inappropriate comment. Oftentimes in public, people mistake my Dad for my husband. I would be hugely embarrassed about that, but I'm not because it happens on a fairly regular basis. 

There was a joke in there somewhere today about how my Dad, who is often mistaken for my husband, and I were out buying baby wipes today. 

You know? Whatever. 

Inappropriate story #2: While bringing up the first inappropriate story, I had what I call a Random Boyfriend Flashback that was a little too good to keep to myself. So, naturally, I told my Dad.

When bff's child was born, I was dating a guy who lived in the next town over. The baby needed a different bottle that only a certain store in that town sells. When bff asked me to pick the item up for her, I immediately said yes. 

Because that's what you do when bff has a baby. I didn't even hesitate.

It wasn't until later that day when the guy that I was dating at the time mentioned to me that it was kind of weird to be dragged into a store by his new girlfriend to look at baby bottles. 

He said he was nervous about seeing his co-workers at the store the entire time I was in the baby section. 

Oops, I guess?

So, depending on how you look at the situation, I was telling my Dad/husband about my past boyfriend in public today.

Inappropriate? Maybe.

Funny? Definitely.

And we all need some funny in our lives right now.

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And to the guy who thought I was weird for taking him shopping for baby bottles: I honestly didn't think it was weird at the time.

Also, I hope you find the storm that you were chasing. (For what it's worth, I also hope that storm is far, far away from me.)

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Fun story about the song 'One' follows:

In college, I went on a road trip with a group of friends. I was driving, and the song 'One' started playing. Back then, I think my car showed the song title, but not the artist. My friend was expecting a U2 song, but instead of Metallica.

(It was probably a song I burned off Napster, too...)

Anyway, I still remember that friend's response to that song playing in my car: "Monica, I didn't know you had Metallica in you."

Oh, please. Of course I have some Metallica in me.

Doesn't everyone?