So I’m driving along I-17 in Arizona in my rental Prius jamming to a random song on a radio station which I found by seeking and stopping up and down the dial. I didn’t know the station format. I didn’t know the song. I didn’t know the artist.
But I was dancing in my seat and banging my head to the beat.
“You know who that is, don’t you?” inquired the lovely RUABelle from the passenger seat.
“Nope, but it RAWKS!” I replied.