This is “La plus belle pour aller danser” by Sylvie Vartan. The song is about looking hotter than the chick your man left you for. I can definitely relate to the feeling of rejection and desperation in this song: the feeling that you have to prove that dude made the wrong choice. It’s the feeling of wanting acceptance and to be loved after rejection.
Tonight I hung out with Caitlin on top of a parking garage, drinking Blue Moon, and watching fireworks. We listened to “Party in the USA” by Miley Cyrus to get is in the “AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!” mood. I was actually going to make a post about Tucson, and I searched and searched for a song to post. I guess it’s a cop out having Sylvie on here, but she felt more appropriate than the other stuff I had lined up. My friend Elise suggested some prog rock. I was looking for some twangy sad western that one would hear at two a.m. at Waffle House.
What is Tucson to me? Tucson will always be my home. As much as I love to hate it, I will always love it deep down. I will always love being able to find cheap Mexican food at three in the morning after a rough night. I like the feeling of urban sprawl mixed with the old pueblo. I love the idea of Tucson being a contemporary version of the Wild West. The desert is spread with a sort of sadness that I can’t describe.