The Music Is In My Head and In My Bed

Yesterday, I accomplished a million tiny tasks. Okay, it was more like five, but that’s two weeks worth of effort for me. They were all things I’ve been meaning to do, but for some reason or another (laziness + HBO) I had put them off until Monday. This turned out to be the perfect day for knocking out errands. It snowed most of the day, which caused many people to halt their daily routines. So I went into “Tiger Woods’ Assistant” mode and did the dirty work. Obviously, instead of paying hookers and buying condoms I was only paying the electric bill and buying a card for a friend, but such insignificant differences needn’t be mentioned. While parading around town in light snow, I realized I listen to way too much music. At the electric department, Square Books (pictured below), Kroger, and two other boutiques on the Square whose names I don’t know, I probably heard around 15 songs. As I walked home from Newks with my lunch, I realized that I knew every song I had heard. I used to think I was a snotty music fan with picky tastes, but I have come to realize that I am just the opposite. Throughout the day, I heard “It Makes No Difference” by The Band, “Cowboy Take Me Away” by the Dixie Chicks, “Beast of Burden” by the Rolling Stones, “Excuse Me Mr.” by Ben Harper, “Sweet Southern Comfort” by Buddy Jewell, “Southern Girl” by Amos Lee, “Doctor My Eyes” by Jackson Browne, “Take It On the Run” by REO Speedwagon, “Better Life” by Keith Urban, “Somewhere” by Oxford favorite Sanders Bohlke, “Dear Momma” by Tupac Shakur, “Brick” by Ben Folds Five, and “Heaven Is A Place On Earth” by Belinda Carlisle. The most shocking thing about it was the fact that I knew the artists, song titles, and words to all of them. I’m beginning to notice that I listen to music all day, every day. I listen to music while I read, write, eat, clean, and shower. I’ve come to realize that I even listen to music while I watch television, which I can’t explain. I’m beginning to wonder if I would ever go anywhere if they didn’t have music playing softly in the background. Oh well, I need to stop writing so I can go to bed. Tonight I’ll be relying on Van Morrison to put me to sleep...