I did something yesterday. Something that I hadn't done in a year and a half. It felt strange at first. I didn't really know how to act. I didn't know if I should be happy or if I should feel like I was abandoning the past. And it was hard to know exactly where to go. Please don't judge me - - -
I listen to the radio at work. Since I'm in the basement, I can listen to whatever I want, and as loud as I want. For the last year and a half I've been listening to talk radio. I know - -why? I was addicted. I liked it. It informed me. It made me think. But yesterday I decided I didn't want to think anymore. I didn't want any more information. All I wanted was to dance in my head all day long. I wanted music. I wanted to escape in its magic.
So, I flipped the AM dial to FM. I turned the "tune" dial, trying to find just the right station. Some were too fuzzy, some were too rappy, some were too country and some were too Spanish. Nothing against country or Spanish music (something against fuzzy and rappy), but since I was giving up my year and a half long habit, I needed to find just the right thing to replace it.
Then I heard it - - John Mayer. And then Maroon 5. Bruno Mars came next. I found it. Not the perfect station, but it will do. I'm still waiting to hear Stevie Nicks or Mumford & Sons. But still . . . a bit of basement heaven.