When it comes to writing, I am a morning person. Who knew?
To simulate the morning experience, I am having the morning tea (sans milk, as I am at the office and milk is hard to keep at the office).
Music is one of those things I enjoy as a matter of course during the day. After a particularly long day I have been known to blast some metal. But most of the time, the music nearest and dearest to my heart falls into two categories: Classical (actually, Baroque, but this may mean nothing to most of you) and 1980s alternative. I could - and do - spend hours enjoying this heavenly art.
Back in the day - meaning in my early teens - I played in orchestra and band. And I don't mean marching band. I enjoyed hanging with musicians even at that young age. For a while I entertained thoughts of going to college on a music scholarship. If I had stuck with it, I probably could have pulled it off. But my parents moved us out to the middle of nowhere where the county high school had no orchestra and nothing but marching band. I sang in the chorus, but my heart wasn't in it. It wasn't like I was a child prodigy - I got started way too late for that. Hell, even in elementary I failed "flutophone" class. I hated that damn plastic whistle. Strings were more my thing. After all, my mother's Siamese and I shredded my mother's guitar when I was just a toddler. Good times.
I still like listening to things I played in orchestra thirty years ago. I find that calming and soothing, and - hello - if you have read my blog you know I need all the soothing and calming I can get.
I also like listening to things I liked in high school. I was never much for the Top 40 or overplayed stuff. While some were oohing and ahhing over Def Leppard, I was listening to Siouxsie and the Banshees. I absolutely hated country music. Still do. And most Top 40. Mention Taylor Swift to me and I throw up a little bit in my mouth. I've only heard one song in the last year or so that got popular radio airplay that I liked. Then they played it to death so people hate it.
I also had a major girl crush (which continues to this day) on Adam Ant. I defy any red-blooded heterosexual (or bisexual) female to watch his "Wonderful" video and not be happy. Sure, it's a sad story, but it is a beautiful thing.
And I think I will leave you with that for today. I know this wasn't much of an entry, but this is all I have for the moment. Watch this and forgive me: