I’ll warn you up front, it’s Supertramp.
I’ve had this song in my head for three days and it shows up at random times, like while walking on platforms at the Metro or at night when I’m listening to the fan blow in the bedroom as I’m trying to fall asleep. Maybe it’s a summer association for me, I don’t know. This song reminds me heavily of my summer spent in Syracuse, N.Y., because the classic rock station there had a particular fondness for Supertramp.
I did research on this song, and whether you believe it or not, several Web sites actually call “Take the Long Way Home” one of the best songs in the history of popular music. I probably wouldn’t go that far, but I’m not ashamed to admit that I love it.
And I love it even more that they turned down $5 million for Greyhound to use it in commercials. Trust me, as someone who took the long way home from Binghamton, N.Y., to Pittsburgh, Pa., on a Greyhound, there’s nothing romantically nostalgic about it. It was probably the shittiest 13 hours of my life in terms of transportation.