March 25, 2005
End of the week, end of my rope
I know that my tolerance for sitting at a desk all day has reached its end now that my headphones lie on the floor, forlorn and nearly broken. An older, more brittle set would be in pieces.
Why? Because I absolutely, positively hate Bjork. I hate her so much. I hate her breathy faux-child voice, cloying mannerisms, New Agey backing tracks that would make Enya barf and stupid, stupid, stupid flail-y dancing. Even more, I hate that so many people say it's so f*cking groundbreaking and "amazing," in the same tones a middle-aged NPR listener speaks about some sort of "world music" that they don't understand but praise because that's what you say when asked about this or that piece of "world music."
Let me back up. It's Friday afternoon and I desperately want to get the hell out of here so I can go home and do laundry in order to go out tonight in clean clothes. I'm listening to KEXP on webcast when they play the Sugarcubes' "Birthday." Now I love KEXP, but they occasionally drift into painfully boring alt-folk and New Age tripe, but that's the price you pay for giving DJs the ability to play a wide variety of music. On any other day, I would have sat through the Bjork or just put down the headphones until the geothermal-powered cr*p machine finished braying.
But it's Friday afternoon and a man can take only so much in a week. So in lieu of the boss, the weather and Tom DeLay, the headphones suffered the brunt of my rage. Funny how something you're supposed to listen to in a bathtub in soft focus with candles and oils and such can get me so riled up. I need to relax -- where's my Jam All Mod Cons CD?
Posted by rj3 at March 25, 2005 2:09 PM
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