Once upon a time, there was a gorgeous timelessly aged woman with a great physique who visited the grocery store during a Pandemic, which is a world-wide contagion with far reaching effects like a ripple in a pond. It’s why no one had change at her favorite adult arcade. Also, she couldn’t go in there without a mask and that just dampened her enjoyment too much.
Anyway, she was saintly awaiting the attention of her local cashier, while simultaneously self-soothing her anxiety brought on by thoughts of death, when she overheard the guy three people socially-distanced-by-six-feet in front of her, yelling at the cashier.
This cashier put their life on the line. With no additional pay. And the incredibly hot lady thought to herself, "I wonder what’s so important that he has no time to be polite". She didn’t give him the benefit of the doubt because of her somewhat bitter and pessimistic nature. "He probably had to wash his $80,000 Tesla or binge watch Stranger Things", she thought.
She made sure she was extra sweet and witty for the cashier when it was her turn. It probably didn’t make a difference for the cashier, but it did make a difference for the cashier in her mind, and so she was satisfied with her behavior. "I’m not like that rude blank-hole", she thought to herself as she cut off an elderly lady in a Volvo on her way home.
After arriving home, she read about how the Pandemic was causing both a rise in gun sales and a rise in alcohol sales simultaneously, and she thought, "That’s not a good combo", and thus a song of brilliant awareness was born and was called “Queued Up My Netflix”. And they all lived happily ever after.
Yes, that spicy trollop with luscious eyes is me, and that is a mostly true story of what inspired one of my songs. Sometimes my songs are a form of therapy, sometimes they’re a form of passive aggressive revenge, but I’m often inspired by everyday encounters. Just think, as you’re queued up to buy gas or you’re getting your hair beautified, you could become my next inspiration.