A blog that was supposed be made up of bits about cab rides and blurbs about beauty products but, instead, is about other things.


And she's calling a cab

In the car with family the other day we heard strains of a song that we'd heard before but never investigated.

We plugged the bit we recalled into google and came up with this very special e-card.

And we haven't stopped listening to it since.

We thought about posting a close reading of it.

But we remembered that we never really respected close readings and we realized that perhaps there was no need to analyze a powerpop song that came out ages ago.

For now: we love its desperate pleas, its longing for lust, its potential to induce teenage concert-goers to jump up and down and pump their fists in the air, its prominent mention of a certain type of car.

We think we'll add it to our gym playlist (between the Beastie Boys'Intergalactic and Beyonce's Crazy in Love).
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