Harry’s 2:30 Jam: Everywhere

Michelle Branch at the Huntington Beach Food Art & Music Festival 2014

Here’s the thing: 5-hour energy used to have those ads about the 2:30 feeling. Where 2:30 hits and you say to yourself “I could really take a big-time nap right now but unfortunately I still have two-and-a-half hours left at my job that makes me want to murder children.”

In reality 5-hour makes me too jittery to be productive, so when it’s 2:30, and Ray’s chapping my ass about not blogging enough, I turn to a 2:30 jam to ratchet myself back up.

Today, we turn from the 80’s to the early 2000’s.

I’ll be honest. It’s not 2:30 when I’m writing this. It’s 12:30, and I’ve had a bit of a rough day so far. But let me also tell you this, as soon as Michelle Branch hit my ears, I couldn’t help but smile.

I feel like most people categorize this as sort of a sappy, chick song but it’s pretty much a banger once it gets going. That guitar riff is heavier than you remember, and the song really starts to peak at 1:30 when Michelle lets us know that the water’s getting deep, then really climaxes at the two-minute mark with a little breakdown. Just a well-constructed pop song with a little edge to it.

We all knew this song when it was released in 2001, but it was revived for me a few months ago. I was in a coffee shop working on my book when it came on a Spotify shuffle and completely rocked my socks off. I don’t know if it was the caffeine or if it was a sunny day in St. Louis, but I found myself pretty aggressively seat dancing. I was drawing some looks, especially from the weird girl who drove the pink Prius that used to always sit across from me and do absolutely nothing but look at her phone for like two hours. Seriously, she would just sit there and type on her phone — I guess she was texting? I don’t know. Who goes to a coffee shop for two hours and just texts people? This happened multiple times. It was bananas.

Anyways, this became the anthem for that small little era of my life from the end of January until I moved to Utah. I will forever associate it with a particular weekend in which I was trying to close out my first-ever Bumble conquest after two years out of the game and crashed and burned in spectacular fashion, only to run into the girl the very next day during what can only be described as one of the great all-time patio drinking sessions in the history of patio drinking.

 

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