It is possible that, while I am no particular fan of the solo artistry of either Kid Rock or Sheryl Crow, I find their craptastic duet “Picture” irre-frickin-sistible.

“WHAT?!?!? But we are SHOCKED, Girl on the Swing! We, the faithful readers of Auto Tunes, would never DREAM that YOU OF ALL PEOPLE would enjoy something cheap and cheesy!”

I know! It is shocking. Yet TRUE.

This may be one of my guiltiest of guilty pleasures. I always stop the radio on this song, and I always sing it right out loud. Well, okay: I sing the Sheryl Crow part, the one where she’s a church-going slut (ohmygoodness that cracks me up every time), and I either let Kid Rock be Kid Rock or … I pretend I’m dueting (duetting?) with a dude I know. (And you thought this post couldn’t get more embarrassing.)

Yep. That’s me in the little beige sedan, singing the lady half of an utterly ridiculous and dumbass song, pretending that in the seat next to her is a dude singing the dude part. It’s not enough that I enjoy the bejeesus out of this stupid tune, I seem also to feel the need to add an imaginary friend to the whole crazy mess.

Don’t worry, though: I’m at least conscious of my lunacy. In spite of all evidence to the contrary, I’m an excellent driver. Who kind of wants to restyle herself as a church-going slut.

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