BAD MUSIC FOR GOOD TIMES

I was walking home late last night/early morning with Shaun after needing to leave the house because it was far too stuffy. We got bubble tea after not being able to meet up with his friend, and it was on our way home, the long walk, that we discussed the importance of bad music. We were sort of making jabs at my friend Andrew from high school. Andrew is a gifted musician and writer, but has awful taste in music sometimes. I remember this one time during college, I got into an argument with somebody and needed a ride home, so I had phoned Andrew for a lift. He arrived right away and I got into the car, but I was immediately set into further depression because of what I had to listen to. He had David Usher's "Love Will Save The Day" playing on loop for the entire car ride. For some stupid reason, Andrew thought that this gesture would make me feel better, but my mood did not improve, especially when he refused to cut the music and started to sing along. So, the next half hour of that ride home felt like hell to me.

But now, looking back on that, I laugh. Sometimes love does save the day, and it's a friend who will point this out to you, even if it's via cheesy pop ballads.