Ventry: Music at Starbucks
I arrive at school early with gold for the day in my eyes: I was on a mission. Sit down in the bookstore for the two-point-five hours, read the Chapters in schoolwork, email my parents, do some recreational reading and or writing, and then hop off to my Introduction to the New Testament Class. I was determined. I grabbed a book from the bookstore, a cup of coffee from Starbucks (since the only alternative is the nasty vending coffee that tastes like they took the tree next to the coffee plant, ground it up, and said "good enough for college students!")-- and sat down to start my work. I cracked my knuckles, and started tapping the keyboard determinedly.
Dad and Jess--
Sorry-- I did forget to put in the house address (even though I was thinking "Don't forget to put in the address!") We won't have a home phone until Friday-- one of the roo- And now it's all right, thats okay, you may look the other way. We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man...
Dear Bee Gees: I like you guys plenty. You've got some funky voices, a lot of energy, and a sound that makes people happy years from when you actually create. Let's face it-- you're the feel-good theme for everyone on a Saturday Night! All in all, you're good people. But please-- Stay Alive somewhere else. I have a lot to get done, and I don't need you distracting me from it. Sing a little lower. Or softer. or something. I'm trying to concentrate. Thanks.
I breathed, and continued typing: --mies took his time getting it, so we've been working off of wireless internet and the roommate's cell phones. I'll give you the phone number as soon as I have it. The mailing address is: sqee-EEEEEEEEEEEe-EE-EEEE-eeeeeEEEEE, sqeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. SQUEE!
What. The. Hades.
Kenny G, I don't like you as much as the Bee Gees. In fact, I think your hair is probably the only thing about your music I can tolerate-- and that's stretching it. If I can't ignore your music while trying to get my work done, it's not smooth jazz. And can't you hold a straight note? ever? The little flourishes and everything that you add to your music make it sound like you're squeezing the goose-made bagpipe just a little too hard in the middle of your note. you know... the one you're supposed to hold for two beats. Seriously-- hold a note. Or don't even play. That would make for easier listening. Seriously.
Breathing does a lot for me during trying times. I pulled out my headphones and my CD collection, and some Dido: enough of a beat I can work to, smooth enough vocals to drink in without overpowering anything. I turned her up until I couldn't hear Kenny-- which took a lot of turning up. Summer plans sound Squuuueeeeegreat! They're written in clay... since stone is a little too permanent. EEEEeeeEEETell me what develops? And also with the House in E. SqqqqqqquuuueeeeeeeLake-- it's a nice house, EEEEeeeEE!and it should sell well. Tell me if you need any help with it! Can I also take this time to encourage some communication with Jason? He's a cool guy-- but I know that I'm just a little biased, and it would be good for you all to shoot some emails back and forth to get to FALLING INTO YOOOOOOOUUUUUU, THIS DREAM WOULD COME TruuuuuuuuUUUUUUEEEEE, AND IT FEELS
SO *not* good, Ms. Dion. Nasality belongs in singing as much as a fish belongs in peanut butter. Take some cues from Dido. Take some cues from anyone! don't interrupt my music! Just don't do it! Especially with bad lyrics! GAH! I wonder what Simon Cowell thinks of you? in fact, no, no I don't. I think he thinks the same thing as I do. Please. Don't. not in my sacred space. Not in the middle of Dido. not in the middle of my work and affection toward my parents. Not in the middle of my life! please!
and you, Starbucks! I trust you with my space, with my college career, with your comfy chairs and drink that keeps me warm and focused. how can you contradict yourself? Good coffee +bad music= not a good experience. I can't sing your praises if you do this! I can't pass college if you do this! Let's bargain. You play original and interesting music. I pass college and sing your praises for being there for me when I needed you the most. deal?
I NEED SOME LOVE LIKE I'VE NEVER NEEDED LOVE BEEFORRRRRRRRRE....
No deal.
Dad and Jess--
Sorry-- I did forget to put in the house address (even though I was thinking "Don't forget to put in the address!") We won't have a home phone until Friday-- one of the roo- And now it's all right, thats okay, you may look the other way. We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man...
Dear Bee Gees: I like you guys plenty. You've got some funky voices, a lot of energy, and a sound that makes people happy years from when you actually create. Let's face it-- you're the feel-good theme for everyone on a Saturday Night! All in all, you're good people. But please-- Stay Alive somewhere else. I have a lot to get done, and I don't need you distracting me from it. Sing a little lower. Or softer. or something. I'm trying to concentrate. Thanks.
I breathed, and continued typing: --mies took his time getting it, so we've been working off of wireless internet and the roommate's cell phones. I'll give you the phone number as soon as I have it. The mailing address is: sqee-EEEEEEEEEEEe-EE-EEEE-eeeeeEEEEE, sqeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. SQUEE!
What. The. Hades.
Kenny G, I don't like you as much as the Bee Gees. In fact, I think your hair is probably the only thing about your music I can tolerate-- and that's stretching it. If I can't ignore your music while trying to get my work done, it's not smooth jazz. And can't you hold a straight note? ever? The little flourishes and everything that you add to your music make it sound like you're squeezing the goose-made bagpipe just a little too hard in the middle of your note. you know... the one you're supposed to hold for two beats. Seriously-- hold a note. Or don't even play. That would make for easier listening. Seriously.
Breathing does a lot for me during trying times. I pulled out my headphones and my CD collection, and some Dido: enough of a beat I can work to, smooth enough vocals to drink in without overpowering anything. I turned her up until I couldn't hear Kenny-- which took a lot of turning up. Summer plans sound Squuuueeeeegreat! They're written in clay... since stone is a little too permanent. EEEEeeeEEETell me what develops? And also with the House in E. SqqqqqqquuuueeeeeeeLake-- it's a nice house, EEEEeeeEE!and it should sell well. Tell me if you need any help with it! Can I also take this time to encourage some communication with Jason? He's a cool guy-- but I know that I'm just a little biased, and it would be good for you all to shoot some emails back and forth to get to FALLING INTO YOOOOOOOUUUUUU, THIS DREAM WOULD COME TruuuuuuuuUUUUUUEEEEE, AND IT FEELS
SO *not* good, Ms. Dion. Nasality belongs in singing as much as a fish belongs in peanut butter. Take some cues from Dido. Take some cues from anyone! don't interrupt my music! Just don't do it! Especially with bad lyrics! GAH! I wonder what Simon Cowell thinks of you? in fact, no, no I don't. I think he thinks the same thing as I do. Please. Don't. not in my sacred space. Not in the middle of Dido. not in the middle of my work and affection toward my parents. Not in the middle of my life! please!
and you, Starbucks! I trust you with my space, with my college career, with your comfy chairs and drink that keeps me warm and focused. how can you contradict yourself? Good coffee +bad music= not a good experience. I can't sing your praises if you do this! I can't pass college if you do this! Let's bargain. You play original and interesting music. I pass college and sing your praises for being there for me when I needed you the most. deal?
I NEED SOME LOVE LIKE I'VE NEVER NEEDED LOVE BEEFORRRRRRRRRE....
No deal.