Juke Box Dive

New music day. I was listening to a podcast during work (NPR's Fresh Air) and heard Pokey LaFarge for the first time. He's a blues revivalist. His sound reminds me of Leon Redbone but I think that's mostly because that's an artist I grew up with, a favorite of my mom's, and I've only recently dived into music from the 30s so I don't have the history there, or rather I have musical history in reverse.

As a sidenote, my mom took me to a Leon Redbone concert at a time when I was way more interested in Rick Springfield (a favorite of my sister's) and Cyndi Lauper, both of whom we saw in concert that summer, too. Turn about being fair play, off we went (well, just me and my mom because my sister was three years older and more wily at getting out doing things she didn't want to do). Redbone was opening for Joe Walsh, though we left before he came on stage. My mom was only interested in Redbone and while we had great seats, she realized the contact high would probably stunt my growth (something did!). Looking back, I really wish I hadn't been so mired in preteen angst so that I could have enjoyed it. I was determined to hate everything she liked and destroyed one particularly hated cassette tapes of hers: David Bowie's Let's Dance. I adore Bowie now, because that's how these things works, and the only wonder is that my mom didn't drop me off in the middle of a field for the wolves to raise.

Last night was for smug yoga, which of course means I was slightly missing the point but whatever. It was a good class and I attempted crow for the first time which was hilarious. Tonight was a double header: Deep Stretch and a Basic Flow with a new teacher. The Deep Stretch class had a substitute and she was hard core (also my second favorite teacher ever). I almost canceled my plans for the second class after the first. Lots of down dogs, tons of lunges, warrior poses, dynamic squats, crow again (still hilarious) followed by the second class filled with sun salutations, which mean my shoulders are going to ache in the morning (but I accomplished a cobra from plank without collapsing onto the mat before lifting up) and my first time achieving camel. My heels hit the mat in down dog for the first time, too, probably because I turned into a noodle at some point. Endorphins! I'm exhausted but seriously happy yo'.

Downloaded the new Queens of the Stone Age album. I'm a bit in love. Previewed the new Barenaked Ladies (eh. I didn't feel compelled to buy) and the new Julian Lennon (I like it best when he sounds like his dad.) but mostly spent the day listening to... well, meetings and people on the phone but in between QofSA. There's a new Yeah Yeah Yeah's album coming out too (or maybe has already come out?) I downloaded a song from Starbucks but need to check out the whole album.

Work was workish. Solved a problem. Had a couple of meetings. Was properly directed by my new supervisor :D :D She's awesome. Have I mentioned? Of course, I realized today (by the second or third email) that she's actually going to expect things from me, which will be a completely new experience.

Bed now. Have I mentioned exhausted? And likely unable to lift my arms in the morning (hopefully just enough to apply coffee liberally).