Songs I wish I'd written.

In no particular order, here are 20 songs that I think are so good, that they fill me with jealousy when I hear them, or at the very least make me want to go straight home and start working on something to rival their quality.

1. Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
2. Only in Dreams - Weezer
3. Your Ex-Lover is Dead - Stars
4. Save Me - Amiee Mann
5. Save Me - Remy Zero
6. Where The Streets Have No Name - U2
7. Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours - Stevie Wonder
8. The Prophet - Sunny Day Real Estate
9. Good Vibrations - Beach Boys
10. The Ballad of John & Yoko - The Beatles
11. Bowl of Oranges - Bright Eyes
12. Mayonaise - Smashing Pumpkins
13. Songs of Love - Ben Folds
14. Destination Ursa Major - Superdrag
15. Mr. Love - The Toadies
16. The Reasons - The Weakerthans
17. Promise - Pedro the Lion
18. Naveed - Our Lady Peace
19. Jackie, Dressed in Cobras - The New Pornographers
20. Holland, 1945 - Neutral Milk Hotel

I could, honestly, go on and on but I'll cap it at 20 and maybe update it periodically.

Last night, Leah and I dropped Harper off with Robin and Jeremy and went to see The Brothers Bloom and eat at PF Changs. The movie was really good and the food was exquisite, as always, but the company was the best thing about the evening. We had a great time and thankfully, Harper was really good for Robin and Jeremy. Jeremy said that Harper sat and watched "So you think you can dance" for a long time. I always wonder what she thinks of the things she sees, and since she has no frame of reference, does she think things are weird and confusing or does she just observe and accept? I wonder if she thinks we worship the TV or something.

Sometimes, I wish I could go back to having no frame of reference and just view the world with no preconceived notions of how things are supposed to be and just enjoy the sense of wonder that would accompany such innocence. But mostly, I would just use the opportunity to watch The Empire Strikes Back and actually be surprised when Vader tells Luke he's his father. By the time I was old enough to appreciate Star Wars, Darth Vader was already so iconic that I knew he was Luke's father long before I actually saw the movie. I was cheated by pop culture, damn it!