It’s funny how certain songs can take you back to the most specific, yet completely meaningless, moments. Dr. Alban’s “Sing Hallelujah” does just that. Every single time I hear it, I’m transported back a bunch of years. I was in LA and sitting in red convertible Mustang rental car with the top down. (I know…I know…)
We’re stopped at a red light on Wilshire. I’m in the passenger seat and my crazy Orange Country/Filipino gay art director is driving and my Westchester/Connecticut straight preppy blond copywriter is crunched up in the back seat. The song is BLASTING and the art director is singing along with it twice as loud.
The weather is perfect and I’m laughing and the copywriter is annoyed at both of us, but in a kind of loving way. Or at least in a not completely hating us kind of way. (We were out there for 4 months together, so he was used to this type of thing.)
All of a sudden, I saw a huge rat climb up a palm tree and screamed and the art director looked at me and just sang, “Sing it!”
Then the light turned green.
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