Music Cures The Existential Blues

As I sit here grading papers and listening to Grant Green, I realize that my Jeep's broken car stereo-- which has not worked for several months now-- may be having severe implications on my mood . . . every morning, on my drive to work, I am alone with my shitty thoughts, my raspy voice, my tuneless whistling, and my lame drumming on the steering wheel-- which is no way to start the day-- but then, of course, this is how people spent most of their time before the technological revolution: listening to the sounds around them, or perhaps grunting and banging to break the silence, but usually alone with their shitty thoughts . . .  so it's no wonder Hobbes described the life of man as "solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short" . . . he needed an iPod.

2 comments:

Squeaky said...

Just buy one of those cheap ipod speaker systems and strap it into the passenger seat. Tunes in the car and instant distraction while you drive.

Dave said...

i guess that's what i have to do-- because i keep telling myself i'm going to try to fix the stereo, but i never do (once i'm out of the car, it doesn't seem like much of a problem).

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