I'm becoming increasingly irritated by this whole idea of taking pride in one's taste in music, as though instinctively responding to certain sounds and lyrics and combinations thereof instead of others is some sort of elite skill. As though those who listen to "good music" are of superior intellect and talent. But I don't quite see how one can take pride something created by someone else entirely.
I could make this into a long, rambling and deeply boring rant, but I think I won't. I will save essentially repeating myself for 9 pages for my research paper. I'll need all the strength I've got.
In other news, I started my first official day of real work today. It was a lot of toilet scrubbing magic. In actuality, though, it wasn't too bad; the work was pretty easy, and it seemed to go by fairly quickly. My bones and joints are sufficiently achy and creaky though, which only furthers my growing suspicion that I am actually a 73-year-old arthritic woman in disguise. And now, for whatever reason, I am capping off the day by doing more cleaning at home before I go to bed. But I am drinking orange juice and listening to Ray LaMontagne (and may I say, I am extremely proud of myself for his skill at incorporating spanish guitar into modern ballads and sounding so darn pretty while doing so) as I clean, which I wasn't allowed to do at work, so I guess that's cool. Anyway, my back hurts, so I think I'll go prepare a hot pack at watch Matlock.
GoodNIGHT.
3 comments:
my mum has a ray lamontagne cd. i enjoy it. but then, i also enjoy 80's music and ac/dc as well as that song by the fray and songs from moulin rouge. alas, i cannot call myself a music snob.
Hey Shauna, I'm totally going to link you back.
Are you done exams already if it's your first day of work? oy.
Great work.
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