It is funny what things you overhear on buses. I was in a bus today, sitting right at the back on the left.
There were two guys in the seat for handicapped people just in front of mine, and I wasn’t really listening to what they were saying, but I couldn’t help overhearing.
This guy (tall, no spectacles), was telling his friend, (taller, spectacles, oiled hair) about what he’d done with his girlfriend the evening before. Apparently, she had been wearing a black salwar, which looked byapok, man, and no one had been home and they had danced to music, which was romantic, man.

And what had they been dancing to?
“Quit playing games with my heart”, by the Backstreet Boys.

What a waste of a perfect moment.

But I was thinking about this: I have a soundtrack to my life.
I mean, like you see in the movies, where they play music in the background, to suit the moment, whatever. Something is almost always playing in the background, when I am not paying attention; it’s like my own personal audio screensaver.

For example, if I were that guy, I know what song I’d have had playing, I wouldn’t even have had to think: David Gray’s “This Year’s Love”, or Third Eye Blind’s “Deep Inside of You.”. Or if I were feeling especially soppy, Teitur’s “One and Only”.

At college today, Fountains of Wayne’s “Mexican Wine” was playing, and later, when I was leaving, “Too Cool for School.”

But, for most of today, I’ve been playing “Creep”, by Radiohead. I love that song.
I always have that playing when I feel everything around me is reduced to incoherent fragments of images that I can see beyond a pane of glass beaded with raindrops.

Have you ever played raindrop races?