We went to see Smackin' Abner Saturday night at the Skybox. A little rock music was nice for a change. (And I have have a crush on the guitar player because he looks like Kevin James.)
Anyway, a little rock music is good for the soul. It's a nice change from my usual angry metal, gangsta rap (50 Cent ) and heartachey '80s freestyle. Smackin' Abner made me want to hear more rock.
In the meantime, I thought to myself, "That jerk really wants the Best of Both Worlds. That's not fair; I deserve better than that." And then the little lightbulb went off over my head and the loud 1986 guitar riff started playing. There is nothing like a little Van Halen to make me happy again, in that 8th grade sort of way.
I love rediscovering an old CD. It happens once in while. I'll get a song stuck in my head and I'll have to go find the CD. Then I'll listen to it obsessively for a few weeks, like it's brand new. Eventually I'll tuck it back away, but it's fun nostalgia ride for a bit. I highly suggest you pick a random CD you haven't listened to in at least a year and give it a rebirth. Obviously, mine is Van Halen's 5150. Cheesy, I know, but whatevs. It makes me smile.