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The Music of 2014
When I was nine in my cute hats
It was always nameless radio songs, morning till night
Till David till Daddy till Mommy till Joe—
In Joe’s tubey wire headsets
Fall Out Boy begged to remember me for centuries
And I heard them again and again all summer
Going with Joe on driver’s license training rides
Or sitting around the house waiting for David to escape.
Refrains went up and down the driveway of reality
In the blue cool evening
Pharrell Williams clapped along with the choir as rain fell through the roof
And I didn’t even know the song’s name.
Imagine Dragons was radioactive,
Oh ho ohooho,
Ed Sheeran was thinking out loud
When the cold angels turned the car radio dial
While I never dared to speak
The loud thoughts that crowded my mind
Caught between David, Daddy, Mommy, and Joe.
How did my parents, obsessed with old cassettes
And Seals&Crofts, Stix, David Crosby, and Dan Fogelberg
Never know what this music was doing to us all?
Turn up the dial and there’s another bad day piano
Sam Smith wailing you say I’m crazy
Adele rasping Rumor Has It.
I was like a cold caught in the car’s backseat
Nine years old and listening.
We cough, sniffle, sneeze through winter
And never know how the radio dials
Turn us up and down
Round and round the AM and FM
And the freeway and the highway and cornfields—
Round and round the clocks and the wires we go.