Have been enjoying music on the way to work these days, and finding peace, solace and strength in so many of the lyrics I've been listening to — Jill Sobule, The Pretenders, Joe Jackson, Cyndi Lauper (yes, I have an 80's problem, I know, I know) and hell, even REO Speedwagon (a.k.a. cheez whiz). It's not necessarily the core message in the song — perhaps a snippet here or there that hits a particular thought or emotion in a given moment (I mean really, how deep can REO Speedwagon get?!). Sometimes it's even just the little bit of happiness that comes from singing along to old favorites, like Elvis Costello (and hearing a lyric or two to identify with in there), getting a giggle from the Knack, or remembering all the times I rocked out to Chucklehead (and still not being able to hold still when I hear it). Whatever the lyrics, I'm glad to be singing along, if only in my head — and because I'm the a cappella dork I am, it's usually the harmony rather than the melody.
Lyrical Gangsta
Have been enjoying music on the way to work these days, and finding peace, solace and strength in so many of the lyrics I've been listening to — Jill Sobule,…