You know when you’re having a shitty run and then suddenly that one song comes on your ipod that changes everything?
Yeah. I need more of those in my life.
For this betch, it’s inconceivable to workout without my ipod fully charged first.
I live for that little extra adrenaline boost music offers. That autonomic sensory tingly thing. That Rocky jogging up the stairs and thrusting his dukes up in a victory pump moment (and, yes, I pretend the camera’s doing a 360 rotation around my bouncy dance).
And it’s funny. I should be able to easily find at least another handful of excellent ditties. I’m not sure how the math works out that I’m so picky – because as I was looking through my playlists the other day (which are really old thanks to my laptop being reformatted and my itunes losing my library) I realized how eclectic my tastes are. It almost deserves its own DSM classification (that’s the bible for mental disorders). F’real though – a simple shuffle selection could land you anything from Jewel to Cannibal Corpse or Megadeath to Triple Mantra.
While I still have some gems to work with, I’m trying to avoid that god awful moment where you realize a song that once showered you in serotonin has plateaued in effectiveness.
On days like that one where I sat in traffic for two hours (one hour heading to yoga and one heading back when I was five minutes too late and thus turned away), I do an about face of mood, nix serenity, and turn to turmoil – my old reliable friend: A good playlist like that would include lots of Deftones and other retro-angry-white-girl classics:
Then on other days, when it feels like the birds are singin’ just for me and all that’s missing is some Chanel shades and a smiley face on the sun, there’s Pharrell and Fitz:
And if I’m in a hip hop mood, there’s Atmosphere, the Beatnuts, and old school WuTang to add some swag to my stride – while I’ll pump some Gwen, Brit, or Madonna if I’m feeling estrogen-infused sassypants.
Then, there’s yet another eyes-on-the-prize mood that songs ranging from U2’s “Zooropa” to IamwhoIamwhoamI’s “Goods” will accomplish, easily.
Yeah. So, these are too fab to ruin by overplaying – which I’m totally started to do.
Thus, the era of new jog tunes begins and here are some nominees:
Suggestions, as ever, are welcome.