Don't Rock The Jukebox

You're in a bar. You start to notice that they're playing great songs in there. You realize that those great songs are coming from the jukebox over in the corner. You walk over to that jukebox, put your money in, and painstankingly agonize over which songs you want to entertain the patrons of that bar with. You finally come up with the perfect mix of four songs for your dollar and mosey on back over to your friends. The next song comes on....and it's not yours. But that's OK because you just put your money in. You would never expect your song to be played right after you put your money in. The next song comes on [not yours] and then the next one [not yours] and the next one [not yours]. You start to wonder just how many people have put in money ahead of you. You start paying attention to nothing other than the songs that are playing, but you're trying also to not make it seem like you care so much. Time continues to pass and your songs still haven't been played. Your friends have now agreed that this is going to be their last game of pool. But it's no big deal cause your four songs will only take about 20 minutes and their game will take at least that long...plus they have to pack everything up. Their game wraps up and still nothing that you picked has been played. Balls are racked, cues are returned, tabs are closed, jackets are put on, you're walking to the door...and then as if the punchline to this cruel joke has been revealed, the first of your four songs starts as your party is walking out the door. Your chance to play DJ has passed. You start to accept that the people who remain, who you don't know, are going to really enjoy the next 20 minutes of killer tunes you picked out just for them. At least you have that.

So since I was not there to hear my songs played last night, I will provide you with the one of four I remember. At least I have that:

Weezer
Say It Ain't So