It hits you normally, when you’re driving,
Inevitably it will be raining
Just to add to the broody mood.
And then you cry, the day hitting you
Like a double decker bus and you know
That you need some Pink to heal those wounds,
And you know that other drivers
Look at you like you’re mad as you belt out
Don’t Let Me Get Me, with tears streaming
Wondering what’s the point; what’s the meaning
If not to sing those classics
At the top of your broken little voice?
I was driving home the other day and I was feeling a bit flat; that was until the radio presenter put Don’t Let Me Get Me by Pink on. My reaction to it was instant. It was an almost primal reaction that just forced to me sing.
I was born in the mid eighties so when Pink and Britney and NSync were all at their peak in the early 2000’s, I like to think I was also at my peak. So, whenever I hear those bangers, I’m instantly taken back to being 16 or 17 and feeling like I had the world at my feet.
And then Pink is just the perfect artist to shout an cry to. I’m sure anyone who pulled up alongside me at the traffic lights must have thought I was mad.
Not so long ago, I watched an interview with Megan Fox and she said that if you are feeling anxious and you feel like the ground is swallowing you whole, listen to some early Britney and everything will be OK- nobody can die while listening to Oops I Did It Again.
I normally wouldn’t take my life advice from Megan Fox, but I feel like that is solid advice to live by. So there is now a Britney / Pink / Christina playlist in the car, ready to go for those anxious days.