Music Madness

I used to listen to Madonna on the way home from school, this would be after a class where we would talk about "Poetics" and I would want to pull my hair out because I didn't understand a damn thing anybody said. I thought the poems were stupid, including my own, but I had to be smart so I said things like, "I like how this image is suggestive of both the past and present" or "I think the tension in this poem comes from the predictability of life's phases." My stomach would hurt after class, and I'd get in my car and fart for an hour. Madonna was there to transition me back to home, helped me to leave the intensity behind.

Here's what I listened to today:

When I drove to school...Rilo Kiley, Under the Blacklight because she's tough and good, I'm-going-to-rock-this-day music.

While at school, sitting at my desk, reading, trying to ignore my fellow grad students...The Pride and Prejudice Soundtrack.

While driving home from school...Paul Simon's Graceland

While working out at the gym...The Shrek Soundtrack.

I have entire collections of music for nights when I home, and it's quiet, and I'm say, making soup, or baking cookies, in slippers, with dimmer lights on. This music includes artists like Norah Jones or She & Him or Iron & Wine or Diana Krall. Sing to me, baby. But these sort of nights never, ever, ever happen.

It's funny how when I was a stay-at-home-mom I only listened to smart music, with smart lyrics, and now that I'm in school, I listen to the dumb music. Hmmm.