Heads up: this is a shamelessly vapid music post.
I’ve used Pandora at my office for about two years, since I’m too lazy to either A) transfer my music from my home computer onto the office one, or B) get the cord I need to plug my iPod into my office computer. Compared to these two work-intensive (hah!) options, Pandora is the way to go: type in an artist and you get a playlist tailored to your particular sonic proclivities. Two minutes and you’re off and running. It’s obviously not a perfect system; if you don’t tinker with your “channels” (the playlists determined to most clearly cohere to the musical DNA of the artist or song that you’ve entered), you are subject to the same songs and artists over and over again. Based on my disinclination to tinker (there’s a significant theme running throughout this post, methinks) I’ve been stuck in a channel rut for the past few months. it’s been the “all Rufus Wainwright all the time” channel (which has, on the upside, turned me on to Greg Laswell, which is an unexpected bonus). Periodically, I’d switch over to the Elvis Costello or The Psychedelic Furs, just to break up the redundancy.
But, hold the phone! After a colleague’s celebratory jaunt to a local 80’s dance party, I found myself revisiting the gems of the genre. Where did I put my entire collection of Depeche Mode compact discs? Somewhere along the way (in the land of iTunes, no doubt), I was reminded of the Thompson Twins, and I plugged them right into a Pandora Channel. Sweet fancy Diety! It’s like a pipeline of everything I forgot I loved! Hello, OMD and Soft Cell and Peter Gabriel and the Pet Shop Boys!
My assignments for the semester will all be set to the beat of a synthesizer, apparently. Harmonica, as below, is optional.