An SUV passed me during my commute home Wednesday, stereo absolutely bumping. Now, I like my music loud, and it’s still Windows-Down-Music-Up weather, so I’m impressed when I can hear someone else’s bass over my own.

SUV guy managed to squeak away from the pack before traffic fell into “wall formation” — you know, that thing that happens when a police officer is driving five under the speed limit and all the other drivers form a vehicular wall because no one’s brave enough to pass.

But I lucked out! The police officer made a right turn, “the wall” broke up, I chased after the bass-happy SUV and — holy hallelujah — we got caught by the same red light.

And he was listening to …

From “Your Body is a Wonderland,” John Mayer, Room for Squares, 2001:

We got the afternoon,
You got this room for two.
One thing I’ve left to do:
Discover me discovering you.

One mile to every inch of your skin like porcelain,
One pair of candy lips and your bubblegum tongue.

And if you want love, we’ll make it
Swimming a deep sea of blankets.
Take all your big plans and break ‘em –
This is bound to be a while.

Your body is a wonderland.
Your body is a wonder (I’ll use my hands).
Your body Is a wonderland.

I’m not a John Mayer fangirl, but I am a newly minted fan of SUV guy because he’s in touch with his sensitive side and isn’t afraid to let everyone know. Loudly.

The moral: Everything sounds better if you turn the bass up high enough. Well, everything except country music. That’s just a lost cause.