I need the Internet with me where ever I go.

This afternoon I had a song in my head, but I couldn't for the life of me remember which song. All I could hear over and over again was just the line "Punk Rock Red White and Blue" repeating itself in an endless loop - demanding that I find and play that song.

So, I'm trying to think of what female fronted band sings this song. I can almost hear her, and I'm thinking what it's Liz Phair right? It has to be on whitechocolatespaceegg because I haven't been listening to Whip-Smart lately, and I never really liked Exile in Guyville all that much to begin with. So, I fire up the iPod, and track through all of my Liz Phair, but I know almost right away that isn't it.

So then who? ... Who? ... Concrete Blonde? It doesn't sound like Concrete Blonde in my head, but maybe on one of their compilation records like Free. Well, back to the iPod and I realize right away that it can't possibly be Concrete Blonde. At about this point, I convinced myself that it was The Pretenders. Which sucked because I didn't have any Pretenders on my iPod, and I was pretty sure I didn't even own the record I was thinking of anyway.

So, I'm driving along, bummed as all get out, wanting to hear this song so I can exorcise my musical demons. All the while, I'm thinking that I really just need to have the Internet right there always on in the palm of my hand. I knew that the Internet would know what song I was thinking of, and that if I could just access it, I could stop driving myself crazy.

I was almost home when I realized the song was Cake "You Turn the Screws". No wonder I couldn't think of the girl that sang the song - it was a guy singer. So, finally I was able to hear the song and get it out of my head, and tragedy was averted. Still, I could have saved myself about 45 minutes of pure driven crazy if I could have just gotten to the Internet.

The end.