Okay, so picture this. Yesterday at the gym, this killer beat comes on – you know, the kind that makes you wanna move? Had that “step it up” vibe, real catchy. But here’s the thing: Shazam on my phone? Total no-show. Nada. Zip. Tried it three times like a chump while sweat dripped into my eyes. Annoying as heck.
Plan B: The New Google Thingy
Right, remembered that new Google voice search everyone’s talking about, the “talk to it like a person” one. Sounded perfect ’cause my hands were busy holding weights! Opened the Google app, hit the microphone thing, and just blurted out:
- “Yo Google, what’s this song playing?”
…Silence. Then it goes, in that smooth robot voice, “I can’t identify that right now”. Gut punch. Felt like the tech ghosted me mid-pump. Seriously, how’s it handle complicated stuff but choke on basic music ID?
Stuck. Knew the phrase “step it up” was in the chorus, humming the tune in my head non-stop. Drove me bonkers all morning.
Getting Desperate & Dumb Luck
Lunch break. Grabbed coffee with Mark. Still ranting about the “gym song that got away”. Started humming super loud and flailing my arms trying to mimic the beat. Probably looked like a lunatic. Mark goes, “Wait… those words… something like ‘step it up, get higher?’”
BOOM. That was it! He didn’t know the name either, but he nailed the exact chorus bit I forgot.
Hightailed it back to my desk. Didn’t mess with fancy apps this time.
- Grabbed my phone.
- Opened the regular web browser (not the app, just plain ol’ Chrome).
- Whacked ‘step it up get higher’ into Google Search. Added quotes around the whole thing for good measure, figuring it needed to be exact.
- Hit Enter. Held my breath.
BAM. First result: The song title, plain as day. Turns out it was some indie thing I’d never have guessed.
Sat back. Drank my cold coffee. The simplest trick saved me hours of headache. No AI, no special button, just banging the right words into the search bar. Felt kinda dumb for not trying that first.
Moral of the story? When the clever apps flake out, just type the damn lyrics. Put quotes ’em. Works shockingly well. Oh, and find a colleague who tolerates your terrible humming. Lifesaver.
(Side note: Maybe give that Google voice chat another shot after you’ve got a name. It’s slick once it knows what you’re talking about!)
