Every November I get on some sort of musical kick. A couple years ago I was all about Death Cab for Cutie. Last year Elliott Smith provided my soundtrack for the month. And this year it's jazz.
Of course, for the last three years I've also been doing that whole National Novel Writing Month project. That means I'm pretty much chained to my keyboard for the entire month. And since I'm being mono in my activity, I tend to be mono in my music as well. There's a possibility that I've got issues with focusing, and since I'm applying focus in one aspect of my life, it carries over into others. But that's pure conjecture.
Anyway, I basically stumbled onto jazz this month. I'd actually sorted out all of my instrumental albums into groups of five (my player's capacity), and had intended to run through a group a day and then cycle though again as necessary. I had themes like "Wu-Tang", "Classic Albums" and "Jay Dilla".
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So, I recently moved from Sin City to Charm City. Longtime readers will remember that not too long after MGF launched I moved from Baltimore to Las Vegas. I detailed the music part of the journey in a rambling manner.
Don't worry, you won't have to suffer though that again; this time I flew from West to East. But since I was flying I had to travel light. Unfortunately that meant that 90 percent of my music remains in another time zone. And that kind of sucks.
Y'see, for some reason I decided to pack things responsibly. That meant packing things in order of necessity, and thus, I packed more clothing than music or music related devices. And while, sure, I can actually go to work dressed appropriately, I can't suddenly decide that I want to have Dave Brubeck, Nas, Johnny Cash, Weezer and Res provide the soundtrack to my sleep, since those particular artists didn't make the trip with me.
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