The best part of waking up is...
The story you are about to read is true. None of the names have been changed to protect the rightfully freaked out.Friday last week and Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday this week I walked to the garage just like I do every weekday morning, squeaked in between my car and Jessica's to slide inside, and turned the key. And on each of those days, without my touching the stereo at all, Prince's "Raspberry Beret" rang out from the speakers. I checked the date on my phone to make sure I hadn't fallen into my own Groundhog Day.
With radio playlists today shorter than grocery lists I could understand if the song was something from the Billboard Top 20, but this is from 1985. The radio was also set to at least three different stations on those four days, ranging from mix to rap to "Bob FM."
This morning I went through my normal routine and found myself sitting behind the wheel. I was originally going to wait and see if my streak could go through the week before posting, but it was broken when I fired up the engine. No raspberry berets (the kind you find at a second hand store); it was the weather forecast. Hot and muggy today. Shocker. So I hit the number "5" button on my stereo, and what did I hear?
"Let's Go Crazy."
Be afraid. Be very afraid. The Purple Apocalypse may be upon us.
Posted by Mark at 06:50 am on Thur under genera