Amazing advice, right?
Driving home tonight after drinks with a friend and feeling inspired, I shuffled back and forth between Love Line and any song that I recognized on the radio. As I was blocks from my house, I heard the first two notes of a song and immediately could see myself in 5th grade, heartbroken, phone in hand about to call the local radio station and make an honest request.
"XL 106.7 DJ, I dedicate this to Tony Citeralla, I miss him."
I can't remember what happened. Did I awkwardly, pre-maturely break up with him and then dramatize it? Did he break my heart? (as 5th grade broken hearts go...) I can't remember.
But I CAN remember every single word, every single beat to Nothing Compares 2 U, by Sinead Oconnor. And I forgot how good it feels to belt out every word.
I remember being in 5th grade. I knew exactly what she was talking about.