So, how many of you out there remember the life rearranging Chicken Soup for the Soul books series?
Basically……everyone and their Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul readin’ motha’….right, Mom?
The highly regarded self-help collections are not only delightfully (and sometimes…tearfully) consumed with inspirational life truth about ordinary people’s lives dealing with this f@#king thing called life itself, the ups and downs of love, pets and those damn teenagers, but it proved that as human beings…..we all go through it and we all have a story to spill about…something.
Much like there are words for every emotion and feeling, there’s also a grand groove for,well, all of it as well. So, what better way to serve out Philly Mixtape‘s new Chicken Soup for the Soul based bi-weekly strictly music column other than on Valentine’s Day.
While today is indeed a celebrated day full of fancy eatin,’ tender lovin,’ and between-the-sheets baby makin'(right, Adina Howard, Keith Sweat and SWV…yes), it’s also regarded as National Singles Awareness Day! So, whether you’re deeply in love with someone or deeply in love with your damn self, as long as you’re feeling some kind of love filled way today, sexy Cupid will most likely be squeezin’ that ass Gaga style.
But what about all of those who maybe be spending their first Valentine’s Day after ending a long-term relationship or messy divorce with (eek!!) no pre-nup? Of course, there’s those broken-hearted souls who still can’t believe they you for her/him and there was no pre-nup and you’re really, really angry and you just want to blast……
……….some angst-y rhythms from Kelly Clarkson, Courtney Love, Beyoncé, Eamon, Alanis, Shirley Manson, Madonna (“bitch”), Method Man, Carrie Underwood, and of course, Nazareth (’cause can love can really, really fucking hurt sometimes) as loud as you possibly can in hopes that it will take all of the pain away.
Guess what? It most likely will because if there’s one element out there that gets us (meaning..you) more than anybody, it’s that dear, sweet music. And to all of those out there going through it today because of them(!!!!), you got this….just remember…you’re never alone when you’ve got those grooves.
Now, let’s get angst-y and tell Cupid to f@#k off, shall we? Always.
Garbage/”Vow” Like Joan of Arc coming back for more…you still betta preach that mid ’90 angst, Ms. Shirley Manson..forever.
Rihanna/”Breakin’ Dishes” All night…uh huh.
Alanis Morrisette/”You Oughta Know” Right, Uncle Joey?
Kelly Clarkson/”Since You’ve Been Gone” No kidding, Ms. Clarkson, no fucking kidding.
Eamon/”Don’t Want You Back” Like, fucking ever. Bye, bitch.
The Murmurs/”You Suck” First of all, The Murmurs…second of all…u suck, bye.
Hole/”Miss World” For when the cookie dough runs out, there’s always a world missin’ mid ’90s Courtney Love to get us through…anything.
Madonna/”Thief of Hearts” Bitch. No further statements.
Method Man/D’Angelo/”Breakups 2 Makeups” Not that we shouldn’t sip-and-reminsce to this classic headboard board breaker every chance we get, actually, wait, that’s it.. we should. And if you haven’t gotten all up in this old school hip hop fire, take a puff and do NOT call that ex.
Nazareth/”Love Hurts” Yes, it does…a$$ hole.
Carrie Underwood/”Before He Cheats” For the angst-y country diva inside of all of us, Ms. Carrie, baby…
Jackie O/”Before He Cheats” For the angst-y dance floor diva inside of all of us, this Jackie O-ified rewire…..
Beyonce/”Ring the Alarm” Smash that alarm, gurl, it’s yours for the ringin’…they deserve it.
“XXXtina”/”I Hate Boys” Especially clueless ones who are ugly on the inside…you are permanently dismissed because we’re too busy moving on and pumping out our angst on the Bionic dance floor with Ms. Aguilera and this boy hatin’ beat. #fadedegoslittled!cks
PCD/”I Don’t Need a Man” Right, Ms. Nicole and those other girls? Hmm..hmmmm….
For much more lovely shenanigans like this and beyond, break some headboard beats right here and here with Philly Mixtape….and let’s all work together and without personal shade or judgement please. It’s the only shit’s ever going to get done…like, fucking ever.
Cover photo courtesy of 1994