if you can't beat 'em

join 'em.

or in this case if you can't beat or defy them, be the weirdest mother fucker that has ever passed through the doors of their place o' business.

i have decided, effective as immediately as i walk through the doors tomorrow, to circumvent(?better word?) the ipod conundrum.

if i may not, indeed, listen to my ipod at work, i will, each night, sit down with my (measly) 10,000+ song library and write out a play list for the next day. an 8 hr set list of thought-bliss and mind-music. for that's the only place it will be played. my mind.

this means i must set about at the task of learning each song: lyrically, vocally, instrumentally... and maybe even learning what plays in which channel (for this is half of the experience sometimes).

my task is 3-fold and will be learned in progressive/additive stages. they are as follows:
1) learn lyrics and all associated harmonies/backups/shoo-ops/doo-ops
2) learn, instrumentally, all intros/outros/bridges/tremolos/flam taps/harmonics/shreds
3) learn all the other shit

then comes the best part:
playing the songs in my head, in said list-order, and effectively singing to them as one would if he/she was listening to an ipod via ear buds, forgetting that he/she is, in fact, singing aloud, most likely off key, and others can hear him/her.

my nose ring would pale in comparison.