Narcissim and the scan button

I've been swearing in my car a lot lately.

A huge factor of my trucker mouth is the plethora of potholes that are eating the streets of Indianapolis and surrounding cities.  Driving has become like a live-action game of Mario Kart, except there are no cubes full of prizes: instead there are flat tires, destroyed under-bodies, and bent axles.  I can guarantee that the repairs to my vehicle last year had little to do with my actual car and more to do with pits on the motorways.

There is a pothole large enough to swallow your car in the Perkins' parking lot in Anderson.  That is not an exaggeration: in fact, driving anywhere has become a high-stakes game of chicken.  Do you swerve toward oncoming traffic to avoid a massively deep pot hole or hit it dead on and risk popping your tire?

Cities across the nation have acknowledged this pothole epidemic and started programs to allow civilians like you and me to Adopt a Pothole.  Unless I can write that off on my taxes, I'm not interested in spending my hard-earned wages to fix what I thought was the city/state's responsibility.  Indianapolis officials encourage you to fill out a form to be submitted to the city mayor about the pothole plague, but I wonder how effective that will be.  Shouldn't the fact that an online form to report potholes exists be a red-flag that this is a definite problem?  (Here is an article from the Ball State Daily News about this growing problem.  Here is an article about the profit of potholes for local businesses.  I'm all about stimulating the economy, but at what price?)

Although I have no idea how to fix the problem myself, I am toying with idea of starting a pothole brigade.  A can of orange spray paint and a ski mask is all I need to start righting fixing the roads.  A spray-painted circle around potholes will at least give drivers a few second heads up so they can slam on the brakes and prepare for impact.  The only major concerns are how many cans of spray paint it will take to mark all the potholes in my area and how itchy ski masks can become.  I also wonder the legality of such actions; an acquaintance of mine was arrested for creating his own crosswalk near the Ball State campus after repeated phone calls about the dangerous intersection went unanswered.

The other source of profanity comes from my stereo.  Because my car is a P.O.S. I do not have a working CD player.  It gave up the ghost about a year ago and I do not have the funds to replace it or buy an iPod leaving me at the mercy of the radio.

Apparently you need no talent (or even a decent voice) to get a music contract these days.  Shitty artists are a dime a dozen and I spend more time scanning stations to find a song that doesn't make me cringe than listening to actual music.  When I do find a jam I actually like it is overplayed to the point of puking and once again I am forced to scan.  Is there an end to this cycle?

I would like to take a brief moment to acknowledge the death of one of my childhood icons: Ludacris.  He used to light up the sky and now he is doing compilations with Justin Bieber.  How the mighty have fallen.  I've also noticed a trend of extreme narcissism in a lot of songs: every song by Jason Derulo starts with, you guessed it, "Jason Derulo"; even the catchy Bad Romance's repeats Gaga over and over.

Are you worried we will forget who is singing?  Is it too much to ask for signed artists to focus on the music instead of getting their name out there?  Is there a radio station that exists that doesn't play over-played singles over and over and over?  I'm all for an infectious beat, but part of me is looking for substance, too.  Perhaps the focus is no longer on quality but simply quantity.  I know so many talented musicians without contracts who would bring credibility back to the music world; why not give them the opportunity?  I can guarantee they won't mention themselves as part of a chorus.