The Magic of Music

I believe songs have magical powers.

Just stay with me for a second.

Think about it: Runners use upbeat tempos to motivate themselves, writers might use some classical or relaxing music in the background, and so on. When you end up putting your iTunes, your Pandora station, or iHeartRadio on random, you're playing Russian Roulette with your emotions.

Which brings me to my hatred of Daniel Powter.

"Bad Day" came out in 2005 and was either a precursor or a reminder.

We don't want to hear "Bad Day" in the morning before work because it could be a sign.
We don't want to hear "Bad Day" on our drive home because it's just an ugly reminder of our day.
There is nothing good about this song.

Songs speak to us in many different ways.

Your first dance as a married couple will bring back emotions.
The song your dad sang to you as a kid will bring a smile to your face. Hopefully.
"Your song" with your ex will make you never want to hear it again because it will most likely bring up bad memories.

Is this why I turn to the talk-radio (Preston & Steve, Elvis Duran, Anthony Gargano, and Angelo Cataldi)'s morning shows and sports talk on my drive home?

Probably.
I don't want to be put in a bad mood before my day starts and be reminded of my day on my drive home.
Don't get me wrong. I love music. My iTunes has 180gb's worth.

It's just scary the magical powers that music has.

Don't believe me? Play Black Beatles by Rae Sremmurd and watch everyone stop moving...