it's like that song about moving like jagger

Miss You
Rolling Stones
Miss You

Terrible moments in music listening history #37

The day after Mick Jagger’s girlfriend killed herself I was driving to work, listening to the radio and I heard, Miss You, by The Rolling Stones. Frankly I thought it was in poor taste, but then I debated whether anyone even works at radio stations anymore or if its all robots and then I worried that all Rolling Stones songs might be tainted from now on. And then I immediately chastised myself for being so selfish. Then I thought about robot radio stations killing themselves with music, but that’s a story for another time.

That night I dreamed Mick Jagger was an actual gun singing to all of us. A whispering pleading prayer to fuck humanity’s brains out with his mouth gun tongue. I awoke spiritually disheveled.

Of course being an avid listener of pop rock radio classic hits, I hear a Rolling Stones song at least once a week, if not twice. So now, I hear songs that formerly only spoke to me of the joys of fucking and perhaps drugging and chicken dancing and I think about suicide. Cue Al Camus winking offstage.

Today, coming home from work, that shit putrid jeans model song, “Moves Like Jagger"  came on and I paused for one second. In that precious second I thought maybe if I listened to this song something would change in the month long Stones/suicide dynamic.

So like a clueless child I forced myself to listen to it. And…. its like something shattered inside of me. A delicate sense of enjoying the simple nuances of being an immortal eye of a deathless singular god was taken from me and I now live as a frightened animal in a terrifyingly cold and indifferent universe.

I can no longer listen to the crickets hush or watch the sunset with screaming in baffled terror.

I do feel better about the Rolling Stones though.