Been a pretty stressful time lately–co-teaching a class at church, layoffs at work, and kids bored OUT OF THEIR MINDS because of the Snowpocalypse.
My iPod’s been my one refuge. Listening to it today, I’ve learned something about my (new) self–I hate lots of music.
Basically, I hate atonic noise, overwrought compositions, and LOUD stuff. That’s ALOT of what people listen to–and alot of what’s on my ipod.
About the only thing that gives me peace these days is Miles Davis’s Kind of Blue
There’s a peace there–amid the din of this insane, lost world–that I just crave. It’s a basement jazz bar, a soothing glass of bourbon, warm conversation, and a pleasant feeling of “being”–being yourself. There’s no anger here, just smooth jazz: “Everyone’s got issues, man. Just sit down and relax.”