Last year's home situation wasn't always ideal as you know, so imagine my profound joy when new roommate Erica arrived with stylish accessories, sparkly clean living habits and a novel plastic shower radio.
"Oooh la la, a waterproof radio!" I cooed. I hadn't listened to a radio since 2006. "Radios are for cars and the people in them," I announced like some sort of opinionated New Yorker. I figured since we have a radio, I could probably stop with the iPod snobbery and give AM/FM a try. You know how I like to live on the edge, readers. I flipped the radio on and heard... static. I fidgeted with the dial but couldn't get any station to come in. Hmmm. I tried again the next day and the next to no avail. Hmmm.
It's not that the radio doesn't work... it just doesn't work for me. When Erica showers, the best mix of today's hits and yesterday's favorites wafts under the door. All I hear during my showers is the spray of water and the schshschshchschchs of a wayward frequency.
The past few weeks, I've been contemplating the ups and downs of living in the city. Last night by chance, I flipped on the radio when stepping into the shower. Suddenly, miraculously, finally, like a little I Heart BAA gift from NYC, the perfect song bounded loud and clear from the speakers.
Leave it to Jay-Z to a.) remind me of how in love I am with this place and b.) make me throw one hand in the air for the big city... while covered in soap.
From An Empire State of Mind*
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
Big lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city,
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty,
No place in the world that can compare,
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah
*No idea what most of the rest of the lyrics mean. 3 dice cee-lo, 3 card Marley? Sorry, Jay. I'm sticking with the inspirational stuff.
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