I found this song on Spotify back in March. Loved it. It’s absolutely kinetic. When she sings “run from the hills, run from the hills, run,” I feel utterly compelled to run. Great for getting more exercise!
Then, this August, I went to see a few bands at a free outdoor concert in downtown Madison. Big stage right in the street, probably a thousand people milling around, drinking craft beer. Three acts: Zella Day, Cloud Cult, and San Fermin. Of course, by this point I had completely forgotten about Jackrabbit and San Fermin. I thought the music they were playing live was catchy, interesting, full of unexpected horn fills, but I had no real idea who they were. Then they whipped into Jackrabbit and I was abruptly brought to a place of sheer bliss.
“MY SONG,” I shouted. “MY SONG, MY SONG.”
There’s an indescribable feeling that accompanies rediscovering a favorite song. It’s close to perfect.
(I’m posting this song because I just rediscovered that feeling.)