I've had this idea stuck in my head ever since the 3rd episode of The Last of Us titled, "Long Long Time", which borrows the name from a Linda Ronstadt song (and is even played during the episode: both on cassette, at the end, and by Bill, on piano and vocals). In my twenties, I was exposed to a lot of music I had never even heard before, having come from an immigrant family who would play Arabic & Hebrew music in the car on our weekend trips to and from my maternal grandparents and being heavily picked-on by as a kid in the 80s for not knowing the latest tunes. Of the mixes I would create, such as the best Elton John tunes across the decades, I compiled two mix CDs worth of Harry Chapin songs that absolutely resonated with me (neither of which has "Cat's in the Cradle", btw). I would pop it in on long road trips or when I just needed a mental breather from living my unconventional life in Chicago. I had probably never even heard a single Linda Ronstadt song until I watched this episode of The Last of Us and, immediately after the episode was over and "Long Long Time" was playing at the end, Harry Chapin's "Any Old Kind of Day" played like a CODA. My mind was already playing these two songs back-to-back in my head and then the music started overlapping... Just like with our Official Podcast Intro/Ringtone (ko-fi.com/s/e515ad7b15), mashing these two songs together was an obsession and has monopolized time that I absolutely know needs to be spent in more important duties (both in my day-to-day career and on the podcast). And, to be perfectly frank, I could try to blend these songs in a way that would come closer to the way it sounds like in my head (maybe one day, I will), but this is going to be as good as it gets without having the individual instrument and vocal tracks for each song (that I can adjust, individually). Either way, I hope that in a way you see this mash-up as a story of two people who somehow missed a step in coming together. She tries the only way she knows how to get him to stay while he lives in this nameless regret, way after the fact, feeling like he missed out on something big: both individuals unfamiliar with love.