Songs For Your Day

When you work at a bar the jukebox is your enemy. Patrons take your favorite songs and make you abhor them. Every weekend night someone gets the great idea to select the entire album of Thriller. Which usually would make everything better, but somehow in an irish pub full of drunken Atlantans, the warm fuzzy feelings usually associated with the album are diminished.

Billie Jean though…Billie Jean will never fail to make me love life. There’s something about that synth and bouncy bass rhythm that always brings some bounce to everyone’s step. I look across the bar and suddenly everyone’s head is bobbing, and all the drunk women shake their asses just slightly. The waitresses are removed from their formerly sour moods and suddenly everyone’s ponytails sway as we cart dirty plates back to the kitchen and bring beer refills to our tables. The whole bar is suddenly removed from its regular context, and we all feel on the verge of bursting into choreographed dance.