The Very Last I’ll Say About Toad the Wet Sprocket. This Title is Probably a Lie.

As reported earlier, I had intended to wallow in teenage nostalgia for an evening and go see Toad the Wet Sprocket, live. That evening was tonight. Continue reading…

The Pressure of the Professional Mix Tape

A good friend at my job organizes a company-wide “mix swap.” Participants sign up and are placed in a group of several other colleagues. We all make mix CDs. And, on the due date, we swap our mixes with those in our group. It’s a beautiful idea, in theory. You get to discover new music, you share your tastes with coworkers whom you may not have met in your daily wanderings about, you receive items in your mailbox that aren’t spreadsheets, etc.

Of course, in practice, the ordeal is far more stressful and soul-wrenching than I had ever expected. Continue reading…