My iPod is misbehaving and will not play properly on my Mac at the office. So, I started poking around iTunes and discovered that some people here share their stuff. These people are who I have come to call the Younger Set, kind of like a new generation of employees. Maybe "generation" isn't quite right--I am not old enough to be their mother, just an older sister, a graying one with nearly grown children. When I first started working here years ago, some of these people were in the 8th grade. Now they fill the marketing and graphics and typesetting departments.
When I was part of "the younger set," we all sat in a conference room at lunch time and talked and laughed so loud the old guy in the controllers office would shut the door and stomp his feet back to his desk. We had a time during lunch. Now, the new "younger set" gathers to watch The Office online. What a great idea. Their other great idea is to share their music, so now, even though my measly collection is out of reach, I have access to a treasure chest full of brass ensembles, The Beatles, pop stuff, indie stuff, classics like Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin, and currently singing to me after my lunch and with my coffee and piece of bittersweet is Billy Holiday.
Oh, Billy Holiday. She was smooth and sultry and melancholy, sliding and falling up and down over notes like floating feathers. "got a moon above me, but no one to love me, lover man, oh where can you be." Thank you, Lori from the "Younger Set" for having such delightful taste and for being generous with it.
When I was part of "the younger set," we all sat in a conference room at lunch time and talked and laughed so loud the old guy in the controllers office would shut the door and stomp his feet back to his desk. We had a time during lunch. Now, the new "younger set" gathers to watch The Office online. What a great idea. Their other great idea is to share their music, so now, even though my measly collection is out of reach, I have access to a treasure chest full of brass ensembles, The Beatles, pop stuff, indie stuff, classics like Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin, and currently singing to me after my lunch and with my coffee and piece of bittersweet is Billy Holiday.
Oh, Billy Holiday. She was smooth and sultry and melancholy, sliding and falling up and down over notes like floating feathers. "got a moon above me, but no one to love me, lover man, oh where can you be." Thank you, Lori from the "Younger Set" for having such delightful taste and for being generous with it.
Comments
I'm partial to women blues & jazz singers.
Bummer about your iPod, but hoorah for Lori.
I'm listening to Paper Moon on Just A Simple Melody right now.
"Say it's only a paper moon,
sailing over a cardboard sea,
but it wouldn't be make-believe
if you believed in me."
Best three bucks I ever spent on a CD.
Dive is right on the money.
"Now that's music.
Bummer about your iPod, but hoorah for Lori."