And a new week dawns, so full of potential! I’m outside, lounging on my lounge furniture (appropriate, hmm?), because the lead news story this morning was about a fight on Beale that got out of hand, landing a police officer in the hospital. Enough with the bad news. That’s why I don’t feel too guilty about the media blackout between leaving work and going to bed. The only reason I have the netbook with me right now is so I can blog.

I’m choosing to be happy, so take that, world. Umph!

Hard to believe it now, but my music landscape was pretty limited until college. For a Very Long Time, the only Cranberries song I knew was that grossly overplayed “Zombie” song (blech). But not too long after I met Paul, I was gifted his No Need to Argue CD, along with Veruca Salt’s Eight Arms to Hold You and a few other things. … Basically, I inherited all the music a teen boy would never cop to buying.

I loved No Need to Argue (even that grossly overplayed “Zombie” song). But now — 15 years later and in a much better mindset — all I can think is, Gosh, that’s depressing. I liked this? The four songs that were released as singles are the least depressing … and they’re still pretty depressing. It’s like … Irish meets emo before emo was emo.

Of the non-singles, this is one of the few — maybe the only one — that isn’t all “woe-is-me”-ish.

From “Dreaming My Dreams,” The Cranberries, No Need to Argue, 1994:

All the things you said to me today
Change my perspective in every way.
These things count to mean so much to me,
Into my faith, you and your baby.

It’s out there, it’s out there, it’s out there.
If you want me I’ll be here.

I’ll be dreaming my dreams with you.
I’ll be dreaming my dreams with you.
And there’s no other place
That I’d lay down my face.
I’ll be dreaming my dreams with you.

OK, I’d better get ready for work. It’s cloudy and not too hot — at least according to the number on the gauge — but it’s so humid I think I could swim through it.

Now get out there and make the day a little more beautiful. Woo!