I'm under a tight deadline to get some new results on my research project so I'm working a lot of extra hours in the lab lately. I haven't taken a day off in weeks. And so here I was yesterday, in the lab on another beautiful Saturday afternoon, feeling really depressed because my latest set of samples didn't turn out well at all. I was definitely feeling at a low point of my graduate career yet for some reason watching Phil Collins videos on Youtube was really hitting the spot.
Yeah. Fucking Phil Collins.
Let the record state that my dad listened to a lot of Phil Collins when I was a kid, so I was probably feeling sentimental nostalgia for my family. Also, this song was in particular speaking to me because I really just wanted to go the fuck home.
Oh, the drum machines. Oh, the hair. Seriously, what is going on with his hair? Anyway, this may fall in the genre of avoidable 80's adult contemporary, but Phil Collins is a solid songwriter.
By the way, if you haven't heard the songwriter segment of This American Life's "Break-up" episode featuring Phil Collins, listen to it here. (also embedded below)
Yeah. Fucking Phil Collins.
Let the record state that my dad listened to a lot of Phil Collins when I was a kid, so I was probably feeling sentimental nostalgia for my family. Also, this song was in particular speaking to me because I really just wanted to go the fuck home.
Oh, the drum machines. Oh, the hair. Seriously, what is going on with his hair? Anyway, this may fall in the genre of avoidable 80's adult contemporary, but Phil Collins is a solid songwriter.
By the way, if you haven't heard the songwriter segment of This American Life's "Break-up" episode featuring Phil Collins, listen to it here. (also embedded below)
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