Music has a frequency. Sometimes I feel harried, pressed for time, overwhelmed, socially maladapted, unkempt and feral—and that's just for starters. All of the bad stuff.
When it's like that and my nerves are jinglier than windchimes made from xylophone keys, I have a go-to band. It's Men at Work. It's a balm to my soul. it's like having a kitten asleep in my lap. It's like taking a shot of tequila before hitting the dance floor or drinking warm milk before bed.
If there wasn't the competing force of The Police, Men At Work would be more celebrated than it is. Or maybe there are other closet super-fans out there.
So, hoping to calm, focus and right I decided it was time, yet again, to listen to some music. I do it everyday with a passion. Men at Work, I thought to myself. And then I heard a refrain in my head: "It's a Mistake."
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