there's no secrets this year

Look. You and I both know that I have no business writing a blog. I’m well aware of where my writing talents belong (facebook!). However few things excite me as much as finding a new great song and maybe, just maybe, introducing someone to a song they'll love too.

So here's the song that inspired this experiment. If I were this song's parents, I'd be so proud - print out this post, cover it in little metallic stars and display it prominently on the fridge. 

There's No Secrets This Year has been on repeat for a good two weeks now. Recently, I’ve started going to spin class and they weren’t lying – it’s absolute murder. The entire time I’m thinking “Is this woman crazy? Who abused her as a child and why does she have to take it out on me?” The only thing that gets me through the class is the soundtrack. I heard this jam in minute forty-five of day one. My chicken legs were on fire and for the first time thought I could actually throw-up in my mouth (true story: all other threats of this in the past were a lie).

This song is brought to us by Silversun Pickups. You know their song Lazy Eye for its obnoxiously long guitar solo on Rock Band. This song is much more upbeat … maybe too upbeat for situations outside of fighting off ninjas and communists. Whenever it comes on, I’m converted into a bonafide bad ass. I'm like Kevin Garnett - ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!
I know who that is. I’m really good at google.

I like the lyrics too:
I'll tell you a secret
Let's make this perfectly clear
There's no secrets this year

Admittedly simple, but I find the idea liberating. I romanticize having no secrets. Imagine: you'd ask me a question and BAM! the absolute truth. Yikes.

So check it out.  Oh and make me a protein shake.