I have an iPod, but I don’t use it often. I am not like some of my friends and coworkers who seem to have a need to listen to a soundtrack of their life. I do use my iPod for times where I am doing some boring task, especially when that boring task has annoying sounds associated with it, like mowing the grass or sanding the rust off my hippy prairie mobile. I have a tendency of letting my iPod shuffle randomly around my eclectic selection of music.
It takes five songs for me to mow the lawn.
Here is an example.
Billy Joel, Room of her own.
I just love the lyrics of Room of her own.
You’ve got diamonds and I’ve got spades
You’ve got pills
And I’ve got razor blades
You’ve got yoga honey
I’ve got beer
You got overpriced
And I got weird
But it’s alright
We’re the same even though we’re alone
Yes we all need a room of our own
Sounds like someone I know.
Some people believe that they are defined by the music they listen to, or maybe it’s the other way around. I like to think that music is a lot like anything else you put into your head including movies, books, conversations, art, etc. I like to think of it as GIGO, or Garbage in Garbage out.
Be very careful what you put into your head as you will never ever be able to get it out.
What do you listen to when you mow the lawn?