So I took a lot of grief on twitter and in email yesterday for saying I enjoy listening to this song. I feel the need to defend myself. As always.
Sometimes love for a song isn’t about the words or the music. It’s about the song’s place in your life. In my mind, Steal My Sunshine is not an insipid pop tune that my boyfriend happens to love.
No, Steal My Sunshine is driving down a steep, winding hill in South Lake Tahoe, tall trees on either side of us, the mountains straight ahead. It’s a warm, delicious summer day and we’re headed into Truckee for what will turn out to be the most awesome omelet I’ve ever had in my life. We’re on vacation, the windows are down, the sun is shining, I’m in one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen. This song is on the radio and I look over at Todd and he’s smiling and singing and I look ahead and there’s this awesome scenery and I feel this complete surge of incredibly happiness with my life.
That is what can make an otherwise dreadful song make you feel so good that you don’t mind listening to it.
