The weather is spectacular today. Sunny, 67 degrees, the slightest touch of a breeze, not a cloud in the sky.
When I looked at the forecast I was excited that I’d get to open every window in the house and make it feel like a Springtime paradise.
Three houses down from us, our neighbors are having work done on their roof. The crew doing the work are listening to music at a borderline absurd volume. When I opened the windows in our bedroom (current home of my work-from-home desk) I was assaulted by lame music.
I was hoping for a quiet day with just the breeze to keep me company. Instead I have to play my own music to drown out their music*. Granted, my music is awesome so it’s okay. It’s just not what I wanted today and I want what I want god damn it!
*The Sonos speaker in the bedroom has been playing through a playlist consisting of all Genesis records that include Steve Hackett on guitar. I’ve already burned through Nursery Cryme and Foxtrot. Right now I’m on Selling England by the Pound track three, “Firth of Fifth.” Steve Hackett’s shining guitar solo moment. A career defining moment if ever there was one. So my music is amazing. The roofers’ music… not so much.