We’ve all been there. Apres fight, apres disagreement, apres he told you he’d take the clothes out of the washing machine…and that was a big fat yesterday. Moldy clothes await. If you’re like me, strap on your music device, and take out your aggression by pounding pavement or on an unsuspecting treadmill. And clear away your anger with these hits.
- Blowing Kisses In The Wind– Paula Abdul.
It’s classic. It’s a chance to take that sigh. That breath of relief. That exhale. For those moments when you feel like it’s one-sided with him, whether it’s laundry or life, Paula is my go-to girl. Rejuvenate with this 90s hit.
- Please Call Me Baby– Tom Waits.
Unapologetically, this is the best tragic love song of all time.
“We do crazy things when we’re wounded; everyone’s a bit insane.”
“If I exorcise my devils, my angels might leave too.”
“I don’t want you catching your death of cold out walking in the rain.”
Brilliant. Sheer early 1970s brilliance.
For those of us hopeless romantics who believe that even after the worst fight, life can still be a bit like a Broadway musical- even just for a second- give this song a go. *And bonus when you no longer want to kill him, rewatch the romantic comedy “Keeping the Faith” starring Jenna Elfman, Ben Stiller, and Ed Norton that opens with this song, Please Call Me Baby,.
- Don’t Call Me Baby – Madison Avenue.
A total twist from #2! I’ll set the scene:
It was 2001.
British Dave and I had met in a Model United Nations Conference in London. A Tall, broad-shouldered, hilariously outgoing, and a ginger-haired Ted Kennedy-esque caricature, he represented the United States and I,
with little-to-no-bargaining-power, represented the country of Albania. After a fierce day of negotiating, Dave became my gay bestie.
Months later after we had both gone through breakups, we walked arm in arm into a hot club in London. Don’t Call Me Baby was playing on disco-repeat. I felt defeated. My heart was broken from the breakup and Dave’s broken from a one-night stand that hadn’t turned into at least another night.
Dave spun me around in my short skirt and as he did he shouted into my ear over the disco beat, words to live by, words to remember, no matter how frustrated I may be by a member of the opposite sex, “yes dahling, it’s bloody awful getting over these things, which is why you have me and I have you and we’ll conquer the world.”
And ain’t that the truth?
We always have someone, even our own selves to love. We have the world to conquer. And for everything else, Madison Avenue reminds us, don’t underestimate me boy, I’ll make you sorry you were born. It’s a deal.
Fire of Spirit 