Why I’m So Strange

I use an inexpensive MP3 player hooked up to a set of computer speakers to listen to music while I work. Since the entire rig has no moving parts, more or less, it continues working despite the dust and corruption floating around in there. (‘No moving parts, filled with dust and corruption’ reminds me of the Massachusetts Department of Motor Vehicles for some reason)

The machines are noisy and I’m often wearing earmuffs, so I can listen to the same hundred songs a hundred times because I never hear them all all the way through, anyway. I never pay any attention to what is on there, I just sweep whatever’s on the desktop’s desktop into the nasty little device and off I go. All I can attest is that it’s slightly better than the sound of the buzzing ballasts in the fluorescent lights.

There are multiple items from most on there. There’s rather a lot of Mozart and Morrison and Green. The Bach’s on a guitar, the only way I can abide it. Random’s best. There’s just something about Cake followed up by Respighi that should float anyone’s boat.

• Al Green
• Mozart
• Van Morrison
• Kinks
• Handel
• Elvis Costello
• Squeeze
• Cake
• Beethoven
• Eumir Deodato
• Levon Helm
• KD Lang
• Basement Jaxx
• Dionne Warwick
• Lyle Lovett
• Steely Dan
• Lee Michaels
• Blossom Dearie
• David Byrne
• Wilson Pickett
• James Brown
• Bach
• Jonathan Coulton
• Ace
• Erik Satie
• AA Bondy
• Freddie King
• Townes Van Zandt
• Ottorino Respighi
• Supremes