With the mean temperature hovering between 50º and 60º F (apologies to our Canadian readers – I don’t know how that translates to Celsius – let’s just say between -12º and 4,352º), it’s great weather to get outside and walk. I actually prefer walking to any other exercise – it’s almost like jogging, except you look happier doing it. But every once in a while, a song will come on the Ye Olde iPodde Shuffle that turns a sunny stroll into a swagger of gangsta-like proportions.
1. “Mama Said Knock You Out,” LL Cool J
As soon as I hear “Don’t call it a comeback!” I have to restrain myself from air-boxing.
2. “No Sleep Till Brooklyn,” Beastie Boys
I could actually walk to Brooklyn when this comes on.
3. “Lose Yourself,” Eminem
The least-offesnsive tune by Eminem, yet, I’ll always do that weird head-bob thing when I hear it.
4. “Mind On The Road,” Rev. Run
Rev. Run’s solo work recalls his early days with Run DMC that saw raw hip-hop infused with metal licks, thanks to producer of Rick Rubin. And dang, Run. Thanks to you, my mind is very much on the road.
5. “Stomp,” George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic
If this song doesn’t make you want to start dancing down the road, then you’re no friend of mine.
What turns your walk into a supergroovalisticexercisexplosion?
Hey, sorry if I’m interrupting your important phone call, but you could put your phone down and start loading your groceries onto the belt. I mean, it’s not as if the dozen people behind me haven’t enjoyed listening to your conversation. But, I’m tired, and I’d like to go home, and I couldn’t help but notice your infant is screaming, but you’re ignoring her. Also, weren’t you the one who told me that lump was probably “nothing to lose any sleep over?” Because the oncologist I saw to get a second opinion seemed to disagree. Also, did you really think it was necessary to “improve” my favorite science fiction films with a lot of crappy CGI and that fucking Jar Jar Binks? And why did you cancel Firefly? While we’re at it, it’s not bad enough that I fell for your ponzi scheme, but telling me to put the rest of my savings in GM, Merrill Lynch and AGI was the worst advice ever. It hurt, but not as much as when I found out you were cheating on me. With HIM of all people. Oh, and Windows Vista will work just fiiiiine, you said. Also, if you try to tell me that 9/11 was the fault of the gay Iraqi Hollywood liberal Jewish conspiracy one more time, I might lose my temper. And what’s with you and all the water boarding? Please stop starring at my girlfriend’s cleavage. And who brings a toddler to see Saw V anyway?! And no, it was you who ran the red light, totaling my Honda Accord (that was finally paid for) with your huge, disgusting Chevy Suburban. And also, you’re