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May 25, 2007
Music determines the quality of life
Afte years of complete freedom to choose the music that's playing — type, artist, volume, repeat, what-have-you — I've become convinced of the above.
If everyone had the luxury of listening to whatever they like — not with headphones or earbuds but blasting from speakers right where they work — the entire experience of working and concept of a job would be turned on its head.
To anyone who's wondering why it is that nearly everybody hates their job, the clue phone's ringing: figure out a way to make the above happen and watch absenteeism and grumbling slow to a trickle.

Guaranteed — or your money back.
In case you were wondering, today's track is above and below.
Magnificent music and lyrics, perhaps the anthem of the 20th century.
Someday when I get big — real big — I'll have someone put a "What's playing at bookofjoe" link to the music currently blasting here at my World Headquarters™® so anyone anywhere can experience what's going down in this zoo.
All you'll have to do to make the experience immersive is walk in place at 1.0 mph.
"Work is what you're doing when you'd rather be doing something else" remains the best definition ever.
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Whenever I hear that woman's brilliant voice, I always wonder why I don't listen to her every day instead of only on occasion. Wish you did have a what's playing at boj link. Great idea. Fortunately, I can play music at work, albeit not so loud as I would prefer...
Without a doubt, it keeps me partially sane at the drone job.
Posted by: CMG | May 26, 2007 3:56:56 PM
Music has certainly had a lot to do with determining the quality of MY life, on every level. I too have often thought that if all of us grunt workers could listen to what we want, life in the workplace would sail. I've been fortunate enough to get to listen to lots of what I wanted -- a lot of it while I was playing it. And as a frustrated singer with a fair (just fair) bluesy-folky voice, I've had lots of opportunity to sing and listen, too. Lucky, so lucky.
Taking a long walk on a beautiful clear night (by myself -- amazing how many people don't understand an occasional need for solitude) a nice breeze, with just the right tune for the moment, I think I'm as close to really happy -- maybe even blissful -- as I can ever get.
Ah, but I wax old-fartish.
Profound one, Joe. Very.
Posted by: Flautist | May 25, 2007 6:02:11 PM

