If Music Be The Food Of Love, Then Play On
Lately when I work I realize I really need music to help keep me focused. Not sure how or why that is, but I find a high-impact soundtrack for my day keeps me upbeat and the dreaded 4 O’Clock coma doesn’t come around as often. Some days I like the Internet radio, places like Digitally Imported, Streaming Soundtracks or KCRW if they’re playing the music. Other days, like today, I need to be in control of what I listen to. This is my current playlist, put together very randomly in a five minute period:
Chemical Brothers - Setting Sun Instrumental
BT - Satellite
Fat Boy Slim - Kalifornia
Crystal Method - Name Of The Game
BT - Running Down the Way Up
Cream - I feel free
Crystal Method - Over The Line
Live - Lightning Crashes
Crystal Method - The Crystal Method - Blast
Fat Boy Slim - Brimful of Asha
Crystal Method - Comin’ Back
Tom Cochrane - Life is a Highway
Crystal Method - Tweekend
Gravity Kills - Guilty
Crystal Method - High Roller
Fatboy Slim - Praise You
Fluke - Atom Bomb
Crystal Method - Keep Hope Alive
FrankSinatra - LuckBeALady
Live - Simple Creed
Spinal Tap - Big Bottom
Underworld - Pearls Girl
Snatch Soundtrack - Fuckin in the bushes - Oasis
Pink Martini - Amado Mio
Chemical Brothers - Elektrobank
Pink Martini - Donde Estas, Yolanda
BT - Mercury and Solace (Transa Mix)
Pink Martini - Je ne veux pas travailler
Powerman 5000 - When Worlds Colide
Now, sleep.
Oh, quickly, “The West Wing” season premiere kicked ass. It took a while to get there, but Sorkin pulled all the stories together wonderfully in the end. Dule Hill is the stand-out in this episode nailing the “Big Brother” scene. The kid’s got that acting thing down. It’s that kind of scene that causes you to hold your breath for a moment, just so you don’t miss a single moment.
In my search for the official “West Wing” Web site I came upon JoshLyman.com. I can’t comment on the site content as I haven’t checked it out fully, but the fact that someone has registered that name is just … oh fuck it, who am I to bag on a fellow “West Wing” fan. Preach it, brutha!
