Today's Song of the Day

Today's Song of the Day

Faster, Manic Street Preachers, 1994

I am ... an architect? I am a pioneer? I am stronger than Mensa, Miller, and Mailer? Whoa. Maybe I am ... I’m thinking I am not quite awake, yet, on this gloomy, cold Monday morning.

Wait. Just realizing these are Manic lyrics and riffs in my head right now. Oh wow, I haven't thought about The Manic Street Preachers in a beat, y’all. Love love love James Dean Bradfield. Yes, please, to a literal Manic Monday. What a great lyrically sound, super profound, guitar-driven band. Thank you, subconscious, I think it's safe to say I'm finally emerging from the groovy 1970s corner of my mind. Hopeful I’ll make a full recovery.

The Manics being front and center this morning confirms: I've really been missing the 1990s of late. I’m hyperaware of feeling this unsettling longing for a pre-internet world. I kind of want to be less connected. I really wish I could remember what it felt like to truly be creating and living in organic moments. You know what I mean?

Hmmm. I wonder how, as a young wife and mother in north Alabama, I ever even learned of The Manic Street Preachers. It’s so bizarre to think about the pre-internet world back then. Our lives were very much finite microcosms. It had to be Mtv … 120 minutes, maybe? Speaking of Mtv, did you see where it officially disappeared a few weeks back? Such an odd feeling for something so important to cooking me and it went away without much fanfare.

Sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind. BTW, an “oh my heart” goes out to Richey Edwards. I am ... forever mournful.

Happy Manic Monday!