I sing a lot. In the shower. Out of the shower. Pretty much all the time. The response to this behavior has varied; I’ve made strangers fall in love with me while listening to me through a shared wall, and I’ve made people who love me want to scream at me to please shut the fuck up already.
Either way, it means that existing in my orbit requires an embrace of my musical taste, which I would describe as “‘70/‘90s rock-pop fusion and large swaths of the Billy Joel songbook”.
With that said, it’s funny how much of what I call “‘90s music” was actually released somewhere between 2000 and 2003. To me, Saves The Day’s “At Your Funeral” belongs alongside Nada Surf’s “Popular” and Marcy Playground’s “Sex & Candy” in the timeline, but it was actually released in 2001.
Like most of my favorite songs, it’s musically cheerful and lyrically morbid, bubbling over with disturbing imagery. (It’s probably for the best that the video doesn’t even try to go there.) This will no doubt come as a shock to many of you, but turns out, I’m fascinated by things that seem bright and appealing on the surface while being depraved and gross on the inside.