In the midst of day-to-day tedium– pitch, write, bill, repeat– the voice strikes.
“Good times come to me now.”
It plays over and over again. “Good times come to me now.”
My head bobs to a beat only I can hear.
“Shiny, shiny blah blah blahblah blah. Shiny Shiny, lalalala.”
It’s a song that used to find its way onto the radio when I was quite small. “Shiny Shiny.” I couldn’t remember how to spell the band’s name. After a few Google searches, Haysi Fantayzee popped up as correct. I never bought the single itself, though I’m quite certain it was on one of those ’80s flashback CDs that were all the rage in the ’90s. I still have a lot of those.
I don’t know anything about the band other than what’s in the video (behold! proto-Burner fashion) and a pretty barebones Wikipedia entry. I didn’t even realize they had more than one single.
Maybe there’s some profound significance to the lyrics. Since I can barely decipher them, and don’t really feel like clicking through lyric sites, I wouldn’t know. I’ll just continue believing that this is some hocus-pocus chant that can make good times happen right this second. It hasn’t happened yet, but if I sit here and keep watching this video, it might.