There Is Nothing Worse Than Finding A New Song

I just watched Bohemian Rhapsody. Good movie, not great. I’m not here to debate whether it deserved all the Oscars it won. The best part of the movie, though, was the soundtrack. I like Queen. Been listening to them for a while. But I’m not a diehard fan. I didnt’ go out of my way to listen to them except for blasting We Are The Champions after I won my Little League championship game in sixth grade. Yeah, I was THAT cool.

Anyways, I heard Radio Gaga for the first time and now it’s my favorite song. Which sucks.

Finding a new song that you love is great for like, two weeks. It’s all you listen to. On the way to the gym? Radio Gaga. When I get to the gym? First song is Radio Gaga. As I’m writing this blog? Radio Gaga. It is the only song I listen to because it rocks. Literally and figuratively.

But deep down I know I will despise this song. I will have listened to it hundreds of times in a matter of weeks. With every listen I get closer and closer to the doomsday clock- where it comes on shuffle and I click next. I revert to listening to some heavy-beat EDM song on my way to, and when I arrive, at the gym, knowing that my brief fling with my new song has ended. Burn bright die young, right? I think to myself as I know deep down every time that song comes on I’ll think about how I should have slow played my relationship with it. You’d think after going through this for 15 years I would have learned by now. But no. And at this point I never will. My entire life will be filled with short, passionate relationships with songs that will never stay with me for more than a month.

I try to pace myself. Before this song it was Where Rainbows Never Die by Chris Stapleton. I tried to only listen to it twice a day. But that turned into twice a car ride. Then every time I opened my laptop. Then removed from every playlist.

So finding new music stinks. It’s a high that has the worst comedown. It rots on you like stale chicken. I’m just not going ti look for new songs anymore. I’ll stick with what I have until I’m sick of that and end up not listening to music anymore. Maybe I’ll get into paintings. Just tape pictures of Money all over my windshield until I end up in a car accident and move on to Van Gogh.