Some days, especially when it’s uncommon for you, it’s good to have a good morose day. Unfortunately for me, my brother seems to have inherited all of the good poetry writing genes, so I cannot seem to conjure up a good sad poem to save my life, which is what I imagine many people do during these days. If I tried, it would be something akin to:

The color blue
washes around me
Like so many cups of Diet Coke
Before lunchtime.
Oh McDonalds, how I want you!

When you read true beauty like that, it’s a damn wonder that I haven’t gotten a book deal to write Becky’s Deep And Poetic Poemes.

Okay, now that we’ve established that I cannot write a good poem to save my own life, what else is a person who hates chick flicks to do when she’s feeling bluer than normal?

If you said “Becky, you should listen to the works Leonard Cohen!” you’d win yourself the distinct honor of being able to see clearly into my sadly predictable mind. To me, there’s nothing better to listen to when you are feeling crappy than the despondant music of Leonard Cohen, because THERE is a man who really knows sadness. How can you not adore a line like, “You held onto me like I was a crucifix,” because everyone KNOWS those (get it?!? God, I’m hilarious. Where’s my standup career?) people.

To YouTube I went, to find what the freaky people have done with some of my favorite songs. I get such a charge out of looking up songs and people on YouTube, because it reminds me of how very normal I actually am, no matter what I happen to be feeling. I mean, go to the site, search for your favorite celebrity and find a photo montage dedicated to them. It’s very frightening what people do. In that vein, please do ignore the cheesy effects and/or pictures, because I swear to you on all that is holy that I a) would never make this sort of thing because b) I am computer illiterate. Plus, I’m not an idiot.

So it is my distinct honor to introduce a special version of “Music in the Morning.” This is my ode to depressive music.

Without a doubt, this is one of my all-time favorite songs in the whole wide world, regardless of how sad I may or may not be feeling. The lines in this song are just_so_awesome.

OhmyGod, this song is so achingly beautiful and yet so very sad (which is the case with many of his songs). It actually brings tears to my eyes, which is quite a rarity unless I have somehow managed to elbow myself in the boobs again. My words here are meaningless: listen to the song and weep.

Ah, finally a bit of a love song, but wait! it’s Leonard Cohen, so it’s also highly depressing. But sweet. I’ve loved this song since I was a wee lass, because, well, it’s a great song.

Remember back to the 80’s, when Christian Slater was all the rage, and he was starring in all of those great dark teen movies? I do. I was a bit young for Heathers and Pump Up The Volume, but my brother watched them religiously (he’s 10 years older than me), and since I thought that he was the coolest thing in the world, I watched them too. A leeeeeetle inappropriate for an 8-year old, but hell, when you find out that in first grade, when I had the chicken pox, I stayed home and watched Pink Floyd: The Wall, for the eleventy-hundreth time.

What’s interesting to me about this next song, is that whenever I happen to listen to it, I find another line that just sticks with me for the rest of the day and week. Today that line is “There’s gonna be a meter on your bed that will disclose, what everybody knows.” Get it? Because you’re a WHORE! Hahaha, whores! Concrete Blonde (remember them?!? Again with the 80’s loving brother!) did a cover of this one and it was actually pretty good, although I am usually strictly a no-cover kind of chickadee.

THEN, I get this email from my friend Chris, and words, they cannot describe this:

Although I do staunchly support The Britney, this song is all kinds of brilliant, and I’ll admit, she kinda deserved this.

Thanks, Chris, for snapping me (mostly) out of my funk. I’m so boring when I’m depressed.