I can’t help but think Bruce Springsteen busts out some pretty sexy music. Today as I clean house I’m singing along to “Prove It All Night” (a song featured on Kyra Sedgwick and Kevin Bacon’s Valentine’s Day playlist, BTW – don’t ask my why I know this) before the live version of “Fire” comes on. Then something from Nebraska (downer!) which makes me think of the movie Indian Runner and that I want to see it again (we are a pro-Viggo household).
In fact, I have music on so loud I’ve locked the doors to my house so no one can surprise me belting out “Promised Land” while I scrub my toilet. Sometimes I honestly think the happiest moments of my life are singing while on hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor, steaming cup of coffee nearby and sunlight streaming through the windows.