This has nothing to do with librarianship, but on my long commute home this evening I realized something about my musical tastes. When I finish a shift, I tend to get in the car and crank it up. I listen to something loud and youthful to remind myself that I am not a sixty-year old librarian. I especially feel like this after working at the college, where students, many just slightly younger than me, approach the reference desk for help. They either a.) treat me like crap, like some sort of strange misfit, or b.) approach the desk with awe and reverance (am I kidding myself? Ah yah) Actually sometimes I get hit on. Which makes me feel super youthful and cool and makes me vow to put more effort into my work wear appearance (which won't happen until jeans become acceptable and getting up early isn't a problem).
After driving a little while with loud music, somehow I usually end up on CBC After Hours if it's the end of a long day. Jazz just helps me unwind. I just realized that when I was a kid, and I couldn't sleep (Somethings never change) my parents or grandparents would put the radio on for me. Classical music made me sad and even tearful. Jazz (especially old style trumpets, and crooning ladies) made my toes wiggle. And when a slower number came on, I would drift off into sugar plum Shirley Temple dreams...
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