ROCK 'N' ROLL BON MOTS, #007

I was groggy today and no music sounded very good, which was sort of OK, since I was out of hard drive space and this allowed me to be far less generous in weeding stuff out, but this does not mean that grogginess is always inconducive to Music Appreciation; indeed, one of the best feelings in the world is waking up alone on a Sunday morning around noon in the fall and putting on something like the Eban and Charlie soundtrack, or maybe If You're Feeling Sinister, and puttering around the apartment, maybe nursing a cup of tea, maybe reading a bit on the couch, as angled light filters in through half-empty tree branches and big windows, feeling pretty darn groggy and not like doing anything for the next eight hours or so besides eventually picking up a musical instrument and puttering around on that. But this is, I suppose, an entirely different kind of grogginess, one that is contained, both within four walls and within a head. There is nothing to disturb it or drive it out, as there is when you wake on a Monday and have to get out of the apartment, into the bright sunshine and the bright fluorescent lights and the general bustle of the city. Then, the grogginess never goes away, but it does get kind of shaken up and diffused, so that it lasts over just as long a period of time, but without the soothing effects that it can engage in within a more sheltered environment. And so the music doesn't sound good--because nothing sounds good.
posted by Mike B. at 1:09 PM 0 comments