I'm feeling very musical today.

I've never been much of a music Nazi. I like what I like and to each his own. But if I was to DJ my day- so to speak it would have surely started off with Leonard Cohen. I got 2 tickets from Birmingham on my way to work. #1 ticket-expired tag #2 ticket-no proof of insurance.(my card was expired as well) Unfortunately there wasn't any Cohen in the car today, only Lust for Life from the Trainspotting soundtrack to mock me. When I got to work our new compressor was too loud for me to hear my favorite morning show. I missed the "un-Vulcan-believable" game. Instead I had Nora Jones stuck in my head singing about "...I've got to see you again..." This was brought on by a daydream of The Hot Guy that works in my building. It would never work between us, he's too pretty. And no Cohen. By lunch time I wasn't in such a bad mood anymore so I sang along with Tori Amos on the way to the bank. Bachelorette. I returned only to find that the radio station had been changed and I was being bludgeoned by the sound of Luka World. The half brit half Alabamian who isn't good at being either. Her accent belongs to a pirate if you ask me, "me lovelies." After listening to a 30 min conversation about nothing between Luka and some half wit suck-up "Oh Luka, my wife loves your show" I had had enough. That wench has probably never even heard of Leonard Cohen. I told the guys that I loved them truly but heads would roll if we didn't change the station. They gladly complied. We listened to some young'un- Tom Waits wanna be, which wasn't half bad. Then someone who was obviously holding out put in the new (sort of) Jeff Buckley. RIP. Wait just a minute, is that Cohen I hear? Why no, tis Jeff Buckley singing Halleluhah. Close enough! And for the ride home? "Don't throw your faith in others away, because we have ended this way..."