What to do when your music service fails you, you don't want to pay, and you don't have the mental energy to learn a new provider?
Years ago, back in the days when I was still working in Human Resources, I went to a lot of job fairs. Hiring is a numbers game, so the more places I went, the more chances I had of filling my positions. I was at a rather poorly attended fair when the man from the… Continue reading Eye of the Tiger
A few weeks back a friend made reference to the song “Mama Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys.” I hadn’t heard that song in ages, so I used it to build a Pandora station. Little did I realize what the result would be – a time machine back to childhood. The very… Continue reading Nostalgia Lagoon
Recently Ms. M and I were on one of our many monthly adventures when she brought up how big a role music played in her life when she was growing up. Her whole family listened to and sang the songs of musical theatre. She beamed as she remembered an audition piece she had done in college of… Continue reading Soundtracks of Our Lives
I've mentioned a couple times how somehow I managed not to go to a movie theater at all in 2013. I went to a theater four times in 2014, but only one time really counted (when I went to see a new release): I saw Interstellar, I watched two older films being screened again (The… Continue reading Live or Memorex
A couple months after I arrived in England, I moved into the place where the Cathedral's angel was visible from my window. I felt so blessed that my landlord (and flat mate) and his friends took me under their wings. My very first night at the new place, they took me out dancing. Although I'd… Continue reading Magical Moment
While on my neighborhood walks, I normally welcome the silence to help me think. I have discovered something that helps that time fly by when I am merely out for exercise: 80's Cardio on Pandora. It won't be a surprise to anyone that I love my 80s music, but what might be a surprise is… Continue reading Strutting My Stuff
Growing up, whenever we were in the car, there was always music playing. Ma and I would sing along - her in perfect pitch and me all over the place. Thinking about that period in my life always makes me smile, as I do every time Kenny Rogers or Mama and Papas come on the… Continue reading Music and the Mirror