Radio Emo

So we're driving in the car down I-40 & scanning the radio. Storms are coming and we are transitioning through the static barrier separating Eastern Oklahoma and Western Oklahoma where Tulsa fades and Oklahoma City slowly emerges.
Suddenly the electronic dial settles on the heavy opening chords of deeply-felt angst as visions of lighters flaring up in packed grungey dungeons fill my head in a somber group psyche. This introductory tantrum slips away revealing a melancholy acoustic guitar picking in minor key - and then the first of the lyrics in the deep tones of a man's wounded voice:

You can do better than me...

My wife and I look at each other in disgust as I push the scan button in search of more weather bulletins.

You can do better than me...

You've got that right, pal.