Epic

I had a dream last night that I was giving a music lesson. Just an everyday, ordinary singing lesson like I did for years.

Yep.

I finally get an almost-decent night's sleep and use it to dream about a singing lesson? And not even an exciting lesson. A very routine lesson complete with exercises and theory homework.

I can't believe that even at night I'm that mundane.

Epic boring, I guess.

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Speaking of epic, a small pet peeve that I know I've mentioned before but I'm going to mention again because that's how things roll here. I semi-regularly watch a television program that I can't say I'm a huge fan of because I cry damned near every time I tune in  (of course, I'm an easy mark for that. I cry super-easily, and it doesn't really bother me, especially when I'm by myself. Think of it as catharsis. And I'll probably never have a stress-induced ulcer because everything comes out of my eyes). Actually, the crying's not the real peeve, even though I know that this particular show specialises in sob stories. Nope, that's not what bugs me.

It's the music.

The horrible, horrible "epic" music that they play.

The kind that's supposed to make your heart soar or something, I guess, but in real life just makes you roll your eyes at how self-important the show is.

Or at least that's what it does for me.

I sometimes think that I'm far too attuned to background music. Shows have been ruined for me because of awful music. Back in the day my father and I used to tease my mother a bit for being a Dr Quinn fan, and not so much because of the show (although it didn't do much for me, to be honest) as because of the awful background music they used. Seriously. If you weren't paying attention to the dialogue the music by itself would make a person want to beat her head repeatedly against a wall just to Make. It. Stop.

Ok, maybe that's a somewhat extreme reaction, but it's how I felt. And how I feel about a lot of background music.

And how do I feel about work, where there's currently no background music at all except for what's playing in my head? I guess I feel like I should get back to it.



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