Cake, “Stickshifts and Safetybelts”
First off, this song is jazzy and adorable, and really needs no other anecdotal justification, but I’ll give you one anyways.
When I was about 12, my mom confiscated my copy of Fashion Nugget as well as Ben Folds Five’s Whatever and Ever Amen… a little too much “shut the fuck up / learn to buck up.” It broke my desperate-to-be-cool, profanity-obsessed 12 year old heart. I screamed, I cried, I slammed doors.
Last time I went home, I found those two goddamn cds in my mom’s glove box.
This song used to fucking thrill me. And, despite varied ruinous attempts by the Notre Dame Glee Club, it still does.
This song is:
1) Great
2) The main impetus for my comprehensive analysis of John McCrea’s deep-seated loathing for traffic, as expressed through Cake lyrics.
