Some days I can think of nothing better than to be curled-up and cozy, listening to classical music. Like today for example; except I'm neither cozy nor curled-up, but I do have Classical 96.3 on behind me at my desk. I have the distinction of being a 33 year old, white guy working at a hip hop and R&B station, which some might think odd to begin with. But imagine and further the oddity of seeing an office of young, hip, urban kids (I say kids, because most of them are at LEAST 7 years younger than me; some of them 10 or more years younger.) walking into our open concept office and hearing classical music to their left (of the entrance where I sit) and hip hop to their right. If they didn't think I was un-cool to begin with. hee That's not to say I have it on all the time, but I'd wager I have classical music on at least 2 out of 5 work days a week. It does nothing to block out the blaring sirens of passing emergency vehicles (which I'm treated to, no less than at least 3 times a day or more - I've never actually counted, but it's an underestimate - believe me.) or even my co-workers who just have to hear the latest Chingy song for the 5 millionth time. I also know that 33 isn't that old, but it's old to be working in this format of music.
Nope, I'm not big on the hip hop at least not the modern stuff. Old school hip hop; I'm there. But maybe it's just my age when I say modern hip hop is an exercise in the looping of samples incessantly until each and every listening brain either a) succumbs to it's mindlessness and starts believing it's art or b) hits the wall otherwise known as the threshold of pain. I'm quite obviously of the latter persuasion, 'cause I'd say about 95% of all modern hip hop is meaningless drek. It used to be socially conscious and entertaining, or at least have SOME kind of message. Now it's just noise about clubbing and violence and wealth and possessions and sex and substance abuse. With a few exceptions to the rule (ie: I do like Kanye West and Ludacris although Ludacris is guilty of covering all those things in his music, but he's genuinely talented and funny as hell.)
Changin' gears, tomorrow is Hallowe'en, and the Tedster and I have not decorated at all. It's a sad, sad time. Normally we're all over Halloween. We pride ourselves in buying new decorations every year to add to our ensemble. This year the entire month of October just kinda got away from us. We bought a few decorative items, but that's about it. Porthos' house training and the subsequent need to clean the apartment constantly just put a kink in the whole affair. Just to put that into perspective; it generally takes us about 2 days to put all the Halloween stuff out. I'd say it's just as involved, if-not-more so complex than decorating for Christmas. The verdict is still out on whether we'll decorate for that festive occasion either. Maybe just a tree this year. Gachk!!! I've just committed the very crime we bitch about: Halloween and Christmas in the same breath. Curse you commercial retailers!!! Ah well, I love Halloween, 'cause there's all the festivities and fun, with none of the financial burden or full-blown stress that comes with Christmas. Did it again. Damn.
It's not classical, and it's certainly not hip hop. No one could ever accuse me of sticking to any given theme. Here's a favourite song for no particular reason: Natalie Imbruglia "Counting Down the Days"
You were right
And I don't wanna be here
If your gonna be there
Was that supposed to happen
I'll hold tight
I'll remember to smile
Though it has been a while
And without you does it matter?
There's no room
No place to start
When our souls are apart
I wanna travel through time
See your surprise
Hold you so tight
I'm counting down the days tonight
I just wanna be a million miles away from here
I'm counting down the days
How've you been
It's just the usual here
And days are feeling like years
And every day's without you
Now I cry
Just a little too much
When I think of your touch
And everything about you
I feel cold
I'm in the dark
When our souls are apart
I wanna travel through time
See your surprise
Hold you so tight
I'm counting down the days tonight
I just wanna be a million miles away from here
I wanna travel through time
See your surprise
Hold you so tight
I'm counting down the days tonight
I just wanna be a million miles away from here
I'm counting down the days
I'm counting down the days
I'm counting down the days
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