feeling like a fool

Lately, I've realized how strangely comforting easy listening can be. Without a car, you really don't get your fix of bad music privately. And I've been getting odd songs in my head as of late. Like this one that I thought was by Christal Gayle. Don't even ask. I wonder if it's the pollution or the crazy push of living in NYC. I just end up with weird soft rock songs that are quasi country-western in my head. Don't worry. I'm still going to rock out to the new Sleater-Kinney, but this Saturday night, I'm listening to this. Don't worry, I'm not cheating on anybody.