Your reasons are noble.

[raybear]

So the book sale on Sunday took place in the courtyard of a shopping center that had Muzak piped in. Yes. Love it. One of the songs was a muzak version of All Cried Out by Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam. I was jamming while book shopping. Then this morning while I was struggling to open my eyes and MelRo was lovingly pestering me awake, I started singing "And you, don't you know my tears will burn the pillow Set this place on fire 'cause I'm tired of your lies All I needed was a simple 'Hello' But the traffic was so noisy that you could not hear my cry". I crack myself up. So of course I had to spend half of my morning ritual going through my tapes and finding the song so I could help get it out of my head. It's on this great mixtape my buddy Br___ made for me that also contains such gems as "For Your Eyes Only" by Sheena Easton and "Just Once" by James Ingram. I love it so much. I told Melanie last night that I'm going to become a producer who's famous for taking 80's soft rock and easy listening songs and turning them into dope beats. Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins.

Last night I bought a really nice pair of headphones. I also ordered a textbook online -- "Modern Recording Techiniques". Which I almost bought last spring, but luckily didn't since a new edition came out this summer. I'm well on my way. NOw granted these aren't as fun as the true toys I'm lusting after -- the Akai MPC2000 and something from the Roland VS series. But I want to prove that I'm committed, and throwing down 30 bucks for a book is better than signing up for a lease on stuff that worth several thousand dollars total. Hmm. Let's work on those credit cards first, shall we?

Comments

[drood.livejournal.com]

Somehow the idea of Muzak of Lisa Lisa frightens me. At least it wasn't "I Wonder If I Take You Home," I suppose.

muzak

[raybear.livejournal.com]

last week while in the yuppyish grocery store near our apartment, I noticed they were playing a muzak version of Green Day. granted, it was the ballad number (Time of Your Life), but it still felt wrong...yet also somehow appropriate.