Of car tunes and compromise

2 Apr


I think I might buy a donkey cart.

With petrol and e-tolls practically making me choose between, well, food and getting around I see no other option. Sure, it’ll take me two days to get to JHB, but we all keep saying that life in this city is too fast-paced anyway.

My only problem is that I won’t be able to install a radio on the cart. I thought about using a portable one, but given my long journey times I don’t think the battery will last long enough for me to even get to Jacaranda’s WorkZone. And that’s my favourite show. Especially on Fridays, when some hapless secretary gets the chance to “take her job and shove it”. I love those 5 minutes.

Anyway, point is we’re all attached to our Car listening of choice. When going somewhere, I have a rule to take my own ride. Partly because I want to leave when I’m bored, but mostly because I feel I have the Right to make my passengers endure what I enjoy.

 My philosophy is: “If you don’t like the song, the style, the language- tough. I’m driving.”

The only issue is that people do the same thing to me. My sister is especially bad – after enduring years of girly slut-pop in my company, she exposes me to the horror that is TuksFM Indie crap. I still refuse to believe that anyone can actually enjoy this style of music, and am of the firm opinion that they listen solely to prove a point.

Then there’s Andrew. Even though his choice of music could have been worse, hardcore German trans always sounds exactly the same, no matter who the DJ or how big his Eurotrash hype.

My latest obsession is Emeli Sande. Breaking from old habits, I no longer buy the kind of CD’s where songs are a full 7 minutes long only because the singer is demonstrating how many sex noises she can make. Britney, Kesha, Pussycat Dolls – I’m ashamed to say I own them all. I know more “up in da club” lyrics than anyone should. I know songs about Kesha’s basement and Nicole Scherzinger’s hooha (remember that one? “I don’t give a ——— // keep looking at my ———”. An especially good example of how pop music uses catchy tunes to make us sing things we’d never otherwise utter).

Anyway – Emeli. Andrew hates her, but I’ve found that rare artist who, in the well-sung words of Roberta Flack, is singing my life with her words.

I’m not saying that Kesha won’t come back out, or that I won’t go back to regular listenings of “Take off in Spanish”, but for now I’m a woman obsessed.

 Especially with track 3. If you’ll indulge me – read the lyrics:

See the times are changing,
and I’m sure of nothing that I know
Except this is us, and this is love,
and this is where I’m home

In a world that’s breaking,
where nothing is for keeps,
Oh, this is us, this is love,
and this is where I sleep
this is us, this is love,
and this is where I sleep

I’m from a generation undecided
I’m restless and I can’t help changing things

But in all the noise and the excitement,
your love is all that will remain

I said all of my goodbyes to ego
I gambled all I got, there’s no plan B
It’s the first time that I’ve learned to let go

It’s the only place I feel, only place I feel like me

To me, this is poetry. I’m so blessed to have found my Marriage Man, but I also feel pretty lost sometimes. Having given up a professional career to instead do my own thing, and all the while still feeling a restless itch to do things like teach English in Peru, this just resonates… Ours really is a generation with, perhaps, too much choice.

It all just gets a bit overwhelming sometimes, doesn’t it? We’re surrounded by so many options, but so many pressures. Never before has it been so accessible to experience a myriad of adventures, yet never has there been such pressure to Succeed. Out of everyone that I know, I know but a single person who actually excused himself from the Rat Race to go teach inThailand (read his blog – http://thaitywhitey.wordpress.com/ ).

The rest of us are pretty much Working. I’m not sure why I feel despondent all of a sudden – like most of you, I’m perfectly fine doing this – but sometimes the Child inside unexpectedly pops up and reminds me that I wanted to be a magazine writer who traveled the world.

I think the key is to find a compromise between the person we wanted to be, and the person we’ve become. Much as my twenties turned out differently to what I thought I wanted, Life has also given me new dreams. Dreams of building a company, dreams of building a family.

 And – thank goodness – the ease of blogging to feed my writer’s hunger.

 Here’s to enjoying the little things in Life – we may not be traveling the world, but at least we can listen to our own music in the car ;).


2 Responses to “Of car tunes and compromise”

  1. bronxboy55 April 6, 2012 at 3:24 am #

    “… sometimes the Child inside unexpectedly pops up and reminds me that I wanted to be a magazine writer who traveled the world.” As a blogger, you’ve found a way for your writing to travel the world. Still, I hope you can capture some version of that dream someday. Wonderful post.

    • caroerasmus April 6, 2012 at 8:21 am #

      Thanks so much :). And I agree – blogging is such a wonderful tool…

      By the way, your story about the branded World Finest Chocolate really came in handy at a dinner party last night ;).

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