Fifteen years behind

Since last spring, I've been spending one the first hours of my morning in coffee shops. I'm fortunate to have four of them within walking distance -- it's a caffeinated sort of neighbourhood. As I scribble in my various notebooks, I half-listen to the piped-in music and every now and then, I hear something I like:

This is from 2001 - no one can accuse me of being up-to-date - and for once, I really like the accompanying video, which features a lot of lonely and distracted people, plus some fine hula-hooping.