Delilah
Wednesday, July 29th, 2009I find it interesting that a simple, though bizarre, name like Delilah can stir up in me very conflicting feelings. Those of you who know me well know that things meant to soothe or relax me usually anger me immediately. It’s one of my endearing quirks. I think it’s because I feel manipulated, or it’s because I used to spend a lot of time on hold with Verizon. Either way, calming things make me mad. So that woman DJ Delilah pisses me off. She’s so awful. I hear her voice and want to break things. Don’t tell me who to love, Delilah! And I hate her taste in music too, but sometimes I’ll flip around channels and find a song that I love and so stay on that station and then it’s her! She tricked me. For example, the other day she fooled me with Mr. Big’s classic monster ballad, “To be with you”. Really!? I could never predict that Delilah would like that song! It’s not Better Midler. Or Celine Dion.
BUT having said all that, few songs make me happier than the song “Hey there Delilah” by the Plain White T’s. I know. I don’t get it either. But I do. I love it. It’s so catchy. I sing along immediately and keep singing it for at least the next 3 days.
And so I’m torn.