A disclaimer. Some of the songs posted will have naughty language. Some will be terrible in your opinion. Some will be terrible in my opinion. Watch the linked video(s) at your own risk.
That said, if you have ever wondered what sort of songs are punctuating scenes in my head, come back every Tuesday to find out.
So, in a fit of “holy-crap-what-can-I-blog-about-regularly-for-like-months-on-end” I decided to try a second ‘weekly’ guaranteed post. Thus, the series of “Tuesday’s Tunes” was born. And I prepared several posts ahead of time, talking about the goaty-but-amazing Beth Hart, and the hauntingly beautiful stylings of Meghan Tonjes. There are two others in the pipeline, but they’re not complete yet (oops! Admitting to blogger-secret #3, pre-prepped blog posts is potential cause for expulsion from the l33t blogger groups).
This leaves me in a bit of a conundrum today because I have nothing prepared and I have been editing in silence lately (because I have been doing it while working my day job). I do not like silence (mostly). In my world, there is always some background noise: other people talking on the phone at work, with their fingers clacking keyboards; soft music, loud music; a television program on low volume so I don’t feel quite so alone… Working from home, which has been both a blessing and a curse that I will post about another day, means I do have the freedom to turn on some music if I want (so long as I can mute it fast enough when a call comes in) or listen to a TV show on Netflix or Hulu. But I am not just trying to survive my work day here, I’m trying to EDIT.
That mystical, magical word. Did you hear the angelic chorus when you read it?
Well anyway – I am finding it hard enough to switch gears fast enough from being mid-sentence tweak in my Scrivener file (and I am going to be writing about Scrivener shortly, too) to twist my chair to the work and take that call. I say ‘um’ a lot more than I ought these days. Because my writer’s mind is still coiled around Incandescence and it does not want to try to remember fixes for stupid, broken-ass programs that should really just be taken out into a field and busted apart with a baseball bat. Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.
Adding another step of stopping the music or television or other ambient noise before picking up that bloody phone would only be more detrimental to my performance so I’ve chosen to avoid it lately.
Which means I don’t have much in the way of a soundtrack at the moment.
And my music taste, while amazing and eclectic, is also dusty as hell. There are many reasons/excuses for this, but it boils down to being a) too lazy to go out in search of new music when I have music I like already and b) spending money on music is fairly low on my list of priorities (which is not to say I condone pirating music or anything – just that, if I have 20 bucks to spend, there’s a whole list of things that come first…books, movies, video games, gaming stuff…).
And then, par for the freakin’ course, I was interrupted by four hours of non-stop crappy people calling and lost my train of thought on this post entirely.
Anyway – because I’ve been trying to edit (and work), I’ve been listening to ambient noise. The natural sounds of an apartment building. Luckily, its a quiet one. I hear lots of wind, lawn mowers, rain, birds, people talking quietly outside, appliances inside, my keyboard clicking, my computer humming, the sounds of my own thoughts… Its lovely and romantic except – its not. Its hard to get lost (even momentarily) in the world and the words, when there is no music.
I need music like I need air.
So yes, there will be more Tuesday’s Tunes posts in the future. Probably loaded with YouTube links and whatnot. But today – as in my apartment – we have only the sound of silence.
Love & Rainbows,