Tell My Mother, Tell My Father

So, tomorrow is the Big Day. Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, we are Moving Out. I have my packing done, mostly, but I still have some entertainment items to bring. I need to grab our RISK game board, a crapload of books, every Wii game we own, our chess set (Jimmy and I are planning to get really smart at chess over the trip and come back and amaze our friends and family), and put a bunch of new music and stuff on my Zune.

I've also been listening to Shinedown, Justin's favorite band, to try and get in the mood for the trip. Justin promised to bring several Shinedown CDs so we could suffer--I mean, enjoy--the band's best music all the way down to New Orleans. I don't know if Shinedown is prolific enough to have 16 hours of music, but I certainly don't think I want to find out. I've been listening to "Second Chance" by Shinedown--the only song of their's I have--to psych myself up, but the more I listen to it, the more I hate it. The lyrics are pretty cool ("even the man in the moon disappeard/somewhere in the stratosphere"), but the song has no real beat. That's all I really need out of a song, a good beat. That's the only common feature between my two current favorite songs, "Single Ladies" by Beyonce and "Smooth Criminal" by Alien Ant Farm.

Jimmy said that "Second Chance" is actually not one of Shinedown's better songs, it's just the most popular. I hope he's right. Sorry, Justin, but I hate your band.




Further Listening:
Compare:
Single Ladies
Smooth Criminal

Contrast:
Second Chance