Sound of Music

I don't wear headphones when I run. I don't even have an iPod. Because I run just as the sun is getting out (and, now that fall is here, before the sun is even peaking over the horizon), I like to make sure that all my faculties are available so that I don't get hit by a car (especially those super-quiet Priuses). I also don't want to get mugged (though I highly doubt muggers are up and lurking about at 6am).

This means that the music that accompanies those strides of mine is whatever goes through my head. Lately, I've been singing The Rentals' "Friend of P" and Nick Cave and the Bad Seed's "Dig, Lazarus, Dig." I haven't heard that Rentals song in ages and I don't know how it got stuck in my head. Because I only know the chorus, those few lines repeat non-stop only to be interrupted by Nick Cave. I'm not a fan of Nick Cave, have none of his music, and can't even say what songs are Nick Cave's, other than "Dig, Lazarus, Dig." But, I heard the song on the radio the other day. Because the chorus is so catchy, I can't stop singing it.

As my feet pound the cement, the words of these two songs pound the inside of my head. And, it gets tiring and obnoxious, especially that Nick Cave one. I try to think of other catchy songs to sing over these two, but nothing sticks. Nick Cave and The Rentals always win.

But, today, I was singing Stevie Wonder's "Part-Time Lover."