I remember on long roadtrips in my dad’s blue Ford Focus wagon listening to this song every hour on the hour. We had, like, 3 CD’s, all mixed by The Big Cheese.
I blame him for all the old music that’s been doused down my throat.
This is one of my favorites, though. Really reminds me of my childish childhood.
And, what’s goofier than a bunch of English peeps in overalls performing some pop-rock/celtic-rock?
I know what you’re thinking. “Who the fuck is Lana Del Rey?”
She’s a hipster icon, if there were any other way to describe it.
Many girls in my school, (‘ratchet hoe” or not,) try listening to her music. The majority of those, of course, understand none of it, and still say they “love” her music. Many other girls just plain hate her guts.
I’m by no means in love with her music, but I do believe she has talent. Certain songs are better than others, just like with every artist.
Lana Del Rey has her own unique style and her voice has incredible range. It really helps her that she’s incredibly beautiful (to some, meaning, well, me).
I dig her music, she’s an individual and is a different sound from all the crappy pop that we’ve all been exposed to in the recent months, and her album Born To Die isn’t a bad listen. I like it.
My favorite song off the whole album is Radio, and it is one of those songs that gets imprisoned in your head. It’s been an Earworm for a while, and I’ve put off telling you guys about it until now, and I hope I wasn’t wrong in this decision.
Hope you guys enjoy it, if not, try other songs, too. Don’t be a one track mind! (One track. Get it? Music… heh)
Okay, I think I’ve mentioned this before, but my musical listening range is rather diverse. This classic song just reminds me of when I was younger, listening to songs on mixtapes over and over and over and over again on the weekend road/shopping trips. One mixtape, that was made, quite possibly, by The Big Cheese himself, played all the time in my dad’s 2000 Ford Focus wagon.
I don’t know, for some strange reason, I just started to sing this song. Nothing triggered it; the only sound I could hear in my room was the clickity-clack of my keyboard and my air-conditioner churning by the window. But now it’s stuck in my head. Welcome to today’s Earworm, everybody.