2015 Week 45: With a Thrill in My Head

Those days you wake up with a song inexplicably stuck in your head will throw you for a loop sometimes. Especially when it's a song you may not even like so much or even if you do, you haven't heard or thought about for many years and really wouldn't have on your own. But, as I've mentioned on occasion, my mind is an asshole. Why do I find it hard to write the next line? I want the truth to be said. . . .

I mean, I don't hate the song, but I wouldn't necessarily listen to it voluntarily. Yet, Friday morning I had to listen to it first thing in the morning because it was playing in my head out of the fucking blue. And you know what? Fuck it, it's a good song. There are some pretty interesting lyrics in there. "With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue listening to Marvin all night long, this is the sound of my soul"? That's somehow unhinged and beautiful at the same time.

By the way, from Wikipedia: "The expression "Spandau Ballet" was slang used by Allied troops in the trenches in the First World War referring to the twitching of the corpses hanging on the barbed wire and repeatedly hit by Spandau machine gun fire from the German lines." So, pretty fucking hardcore for a band featuring smooth 80s sax. Also, now I want to watch this:

So then this week's Spotify playlist gained a framing device, as you'll see. Buy a ticket to the world, and come back again after you've heard the thrill in my head. It's not really anything more than a bunch of songs, but maybe you can find some meaning in it. If you do, let me know.