The café I’m writing in is playing the greatest hits of Michael Jackson today. I feel like it’s not unusual to hear Michael Jackson in public spaces but this is striking my ear and my body quite happily today. I figure a) the music is incredibly infectious and b) I’m in a particularly receptive state. It makes me wonder if perhaps I let go of something somewhere this weekend that is allowing me to receive “Bad” with a similar joy as it brought me when it came out.
I feel like when I’m fighting with myself, I could tune out, “The Way You Make Me Feel” or “Thriller” to hear them as an aural landscape instead of the tunes that make me need to move my body at least a little bit, even as I write.
Similarly, I think if they suddenly switched up the playlist here to something I did not enjoy…I might be less able to tune that out as well. I’d be saying this line of Gertrude’s. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.