At work we tend to listen to banal music. Music that fluctuates from “Hey, I used to like this song before I heard it nineteen times,” to “Well, this is mildly irritating,” to “Dear God, would someone please make Celtic Women shut the frick up?”
Today we had Peter, Paul, and Mary. And I couldn’t take it anymore. So I made an executive decision that we would listen to “Chess: The Musical” and “Phantom of the Opera”.
But not on the usual random. Oh. No. All the way through. Because I don’t know about you, but I cannot be expected to maintain a narrative flow when you’re jumping between “Masquerade” and “Angel of Music” like a crazy person. Please. We are not barbarians.
I also discovered that I really need to go out and buy Chess, because there is a CD out there! With Josh singing on it! And I don’t have it! And the seventeen-year-old fangirl that was has taken up residence in my head and won’t stop screaming about it.