I usually, without an excuse, listen to music while typing away...a variation of songs that alter my mood, help me define my muse, help me embrace a moment. I'm like the guy in the Beats Commercial walking cooly down the sidewalk...but rather than walking cooly I'm kinda hunched over behind a desk.
My current Pandora addiction is Instrumental Chill...a combination of lounge like tunes with no words...like a bit of Watercolors from Satellite Radio but not just limited to jazz.
It reminds me of a high-end bar, a place that is cooly lit and interesting colors play against the backdrop of sounds and cocktails.
It is a place where I would love to invite you...a place that I would love to see you inhaling a long cigarette, relaxing...just spending minutes that fly into hours and we talk about a billion tiny things, just enjoying the proximity...the background noise. Mostly the proximity.
Instrumental Chill...try it sometime.
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