Dan gives me a mixed CD made especially for cruising with the top down at sunset, and the third song is Crazy, and I don't even have to put the band name, because all y'all are like "welcome to two months ago," but I can't stop listening to to that song.

And keeping it on repeat is probably wise, because later on in the disc is the Allman Brothers' cover of Dueling Banjos, which, I've learned, nets very odd looks from the bike cops.

Infectious doesn't even begin to cover it; the chorus was the soundtrack to a dream last night. It's permeated my soul, and I'm not even reaching into the melodrama drawer here.

But knowing myself and my fickle tastes, by August, I will have moved onto a new musical crush. Maybe it'll be an even hotter, hipper song, or maybe it'll be thirty years old and one of my favorites. I don't know. I just know how I roll.

Two other thoughts, while I'm talking about music. The first being the death of the iPod battery. I'm like 17% devistated, but Adam thinks he can fix it, so life will go on. The second thought concerns U2, Pearl Jam and a rumored Honolulu concert in December. Or as Adam describes it: heaven.

I hope I'm good enough to go.