…. you start buying CDs from petrol stations …
I was driving to DD’s house the other night and realised I needed some fuel. I filled the tank, went inside to pay and became completely transfixed by the $10 CD rack near the counter.
That can’t be good, can it?
I spotted a “Best of The Police” compilation, so I chucked it on the counter with my credit card.
What is it about buying stuff in petrol stations that doesn’t feel like you’re spending “real” money?
I’m the same at Woolies. If there are tracksuits or printers or other fun stuff in the aisles it feels completely guilt-free to throw them in the trolley because I’m doing grocery shopping and grocery shopping is a worthy, necessary activity.
It turns out The Police wrote about some pretty dark stuff that went completely over my head when I was a teenager: suicide, rape, stalking, sex with minors …
Actually, I got the sex with minors references, but as I WAS a minor at the time, I was more titillated by the idea of shagging a cute teacher than horrified.
Listening to the words again 30 years later is fascinating.
Geez “Don’t Stand So Close To Me” is a great song.
I love that it’s catchy but also good storytelling, with so much emotion.
Since that night, I keep hoping to need fuel around that station again so I can top up my CD collection.
How sad and middle-aged is that?
My nine-year-old, meanwhile, has noted while The Police are on constant rotation that “Dad plays the radio in his car, stations with current songs.”
Bully for him. Suck it up princess.
Song of the day: The Police “Don’t Stand So Close To Me”
PS No word on Kathy. I’ll let you know as soon as I hear anything.