I was feeling down so Friday night I stayed up late listening to the second half of the Garden State soundtrack on repeat. Something about feeling down makes me want to listen to moody music and feel downer. No clue why.
By Saturday afternoon I was getting tired of it so I spent a significant amount of time listening to Roxette’s greatest hits, some of which seriously stretch the definition of “hit”. But I’ll be darned if I didn’t feel significantly better. “Hold on tight, you know she’s a little bit dangerous / She’s got what it takes to make ends meet, the eyes of a lover that hit like heat / You know she’s a little bit dangerous.” Like most Swedish pop lyrics, no clue what that means. But it feels good.