I heard a song on the radio today with my name in it.
And I think that’s a totally natural desire, to want to hear your name in a song. If it’s not, then just chalk it up to another small confirmation that I’m as egocentric as they come. My sister has her name in all kinds of songs, but I had mostly given up hope after Ms. Spears arrived in our global conscience and stripped my name of any romanticism or class it had ever hoped to embody. Anyway, I was happy to hear this girl singing my name on the radio today. It guess it’s technically her name and I guess her Alabama outline tattoo is also probably technically better than my Texas outline tattoo… but let’s keep this about me. She spells Brittany like I do, so I guess I might marry her.
I think I actually heard the band, Alabama Shakes, playing across the street when we were sitting at the Brixton during SXSW, but not this song. Anyway, lyrics! Come on Brittany.
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