Just Joshin’

Josh Perlman
Josh Perlman.

A look at the world through my eyes. Well, just part of the world.

We all have that one song that gets stuck in our heads whenever we’re alone.

I’ve come to the shocking realization that my song is “Love in This Club” by Usher. I find myself humming the chorus on the way to class, and I can’t help but wonder what this says about me.

I’ve narrowed it down to three options:

  1. I’m horny.
  2. I want to dance.
  3. I’m horny and I want to dance.

As all three options seem highly plausible, I have trouble pinpointing the exact reasoning behind my inner melody. But as long as I’m officially past my “Waterfalls” by TLC phase, I don’t really care what the song in my head says about me.

I’m amazed, though, at music’s ability to have such a defining impact on my life. I was having one of those days recently when I started feeling sorry for myself in a way that makes me want to write a memoir. And just when I felt ready to scrunch my face into that unattractive grimace people make when they try to force themselves to cry, “Who Dat Girl” by Flo Rida came on my iPod.

My mood changed so quickly, you’d think I was a pregnant woman.

Next thing I know, I’m sending my friends text messages with nauseatingly cheery messages like, “The sun is shining!” and “What a great day!”

But my mood isn’t the only thing a good-quality melody can control. Music has the sheer ability to distract me, no matter what I’m doing. Prime example ­– I just took a four-minute break from writing this column to watch the music video for “Teenage Dirtbag” by Wheatus.

Why is Jason Biggs in it?

I’ve formed such a close bond with music over the years, it’s almost like we’re dating – but we don’t cuddle after we get intimate.

Though I filled my iPod to capacity about a year ago and somehow never got around to making room for new songs, I sometimes feel the tiny device knows me better than I know myself.

Just the other day, I was on my way to CVS to buy some cold medicine when “So Sick” by Ne-Yo started playing. Yes, I have that on my iPod. No, I’m not ashamed.

My point is – no matter what the inner melody is inside your head, just let it play. Because there’s nothing more shameful than turning your back on music. Unless Paris Hilton releases another single.

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