If you've been following along the Theme Songs of the Week, you've probably noticed that I'm a lyrics sort of person. My husband loves songs for the music. I like the music, but I love the words.
This song is one of the wordiest songs I can think of and, I'm not gonna lie, it's a weird one. I remember the first time I ever heard it. I was listening to WFUV while I was getting ready to go to work. I lived in my first NYC apartment - a studio on the Upper East Side with WAY too many cockroaches, a neighbor who was perpetually irritated by me and had a bird the sounds of which I mistook, for several months, as a woman screaming during an argument. Anyway, I heard this song and it haunted me the rest of the morning so I e-mailed the radio station with a vague description of what was happening in it and a few weeks later, Rita Houston wrote me back and told me.
What do I like about this song? The chorus, I think, touches on something deep and true about the human condition. I like the kooky, messy, rough-edged-ness of the lyrics and how specific and evocative they are. This song reminds me, in its way, to appreciate the wonderful things in my life even when it feels like everything is hard and not going how I'd like it to to be going.