So I went and shelled out for a copy of THE DISTANCE today, since the lyrics for “Little Victories” were weighing on my mind and I was pissed off that I couldn’t remember how the song SOUNDED. Yeah, not that good. But I had forgotten how good the rest of the album was, so it’s ok, I guess. I thought then, and think now, that “Shame on the Moon” was a lame choice for a single, but with what I know now about industry politics, part of me wonders if that was somewhat intentional, since the majority of Seger fans would’ve bought the entire album. So funny that I clearly remember listening to the ROCKLINE episode where the album was being premiered.

I grabbed KFC for lunch, which sucked–I mean, SERIOUSLY sucked. Oh well, it’s not like I often have “high hopes” when I grab fast food. It’s still irritating, though. The trip was SOMEWHAT redeemed when I picked up a copy of GODDESS IN PROGRESS for .75, although I also wasted .75 on a copy of TRAPPED IN THE BODY OF A WHITE GIRL, since I couldn’t remember if I had the 12-inch or the full-length (the full-length, as it turns out). Ironically, the copy that I bought a few months ago was $4, and this one, same condition, was only .75. Oh well, again.

So as I was driving, I got to thinking about a discussion that I had about Bob Seger the other night, and how his music hits some of us in a place that other people don’t really “get.” It’s the blue-collar anthems, it really is. Yes, I’ve spent my adulthood in an upwardly(mostly)-mobile white-collar world, but all I wanted, growing up, was to be what I would’ve called a “Bob Seger woman”–those shopworn angels, free spirits just making it from day to day without having the need to constantly re-evaluate.

Maybe I’ll get there, even though it seems such a small goal. I mean, society dictates that I should want the glitz and glamour, or the lie of the white picket fence…and I’d be quite content with that feeling of freedom and calm. It’s definitely something to think about.