One day in April '07, I won a Microsoft Zune mp3 player with that Butterfinger animation. Then one day two months ago that Zune dropped out of my locker at the gym to a loud, slow and agonizing death. The incident didn't affect me too much, because I didn't pay for it. It was also as heavy as a brick and weighed down my gym shorts to an embarrassing point.

The mix that is put together at European gyms is ear-bleedingly awful. Today was especially bad. It was so poor, that I feigned to move lest someone in the gym mistake the subtlest twinge from me as appreciation or drive derived from the music. The set-list was composed of the most whining of 80's dance hits interspersed with modern techno songs that had been mixed from the catchiest of 80's beats. I think Outkast's 'Hey ya' was somewhere in there too. There was one song specifically that was set to the immortal and well-exhausted hit "Everybody Dance Now," in which a gruff voiced singer, who sounded exactly like I imagine the manic schizophrenic voice in Wesley Willis' head would sound, continuously and aggressively shouted such enlightened lines as; 'come on party, let's go party, shake your body, it's time to party, move that body...' You know, I think that was it. Party and body go together so well, why ruin a good thing.

I was doing a little bit of research for this post and discovered that Salt-n-Pepa's break-out hit "Push It" currently holds the esteemed position of #440 on Rolling Stone's list of top 500 songs ever made. I don't know what to say to this, except I'm glad I don't read Rolling Stone.