387. "500 (Shake Baby Shake)" Lush

"500 (Shake Baby Shake)"
Lush
Lovelife
1996

Like many gents of a bohemian nature, I have owned my share of shitty cars.
My favorite thing about shitty cars is the way they force you to conform to their shittiness. If you own a 1987 Chrysler K Car, and suddenly it only starts if you pump the gas pedal 18 times (EXACTLY) while you wiggle the key in the ignition just so, you aren't taking that car to the mechanic. He'll charge you 200 bucks to tell you that you have a shitty car and he can't fix it. Hell, you only paid 100 bucks for the stupid thing.
So you adapt. And you pump the gas pedal 18 times (EXACTLY) while wiggling the key in the ignition just so, and you get to go to work everyday.
Eventually, you will need to improvise, using household items. I've been in shitty cars that required things like a screwdriver, a tennis ball, and Chapstick in order to work properly. My first car, a 1978 Toyota Corolla, counted a wooden Mickey Mouse stool as an integral part of its machinery by the end of its run.
I ended up selling the stool for 5 bucks.
Couldn't sell the car.