This spot on my list was going to go to another album but the tool I used to make the top 25 didn’t have it, so I picked this since its from the same genre and style, plus is similar enough. The album I wanted to pick was one you would buy at Pottery Barn. For whatever reason all the albums I have that are compilations of this kind of lounge-ish jazz music come from stores that don’t sell music. I have a fair few from Pottery Barn, which I got from my parents CD collection, and one from Starbucks called pour it on, which holds a lot of sentimental value to me just because of how much I listened to it. It was an early find in my collection and one I cherish quite a bit, despite me not liking Starbucks (local is always better.)
This kind of music, Shirley Horns and Ella Fitzgeralds and Diana Krall all make me feel fancier or more sophisticated than I am. A lot of the pottery barn compilations (they put out a lot) have names like ‘dinner at 8’ and ‘martini lounge’ and things of that sort, and it makes me feel like I’m in such an establishment, like I have enough money and time attend fancy dinners and have deep conversation with cool people. Maybe I’ll up being a beatnik, wouldn’t be so bad.
Is this escapism for me, when I imagine going to cocktail bars and jazz clubs and houses done up in fine Pottery Barn© furniture order now online or check for your nearest store? Will I ever be able to do such things or has the ship sailed decades ago, when my parents probably bought these CDs with those same aspirations? Maybe I just have a problem with the idea of having to work forever doing a job I don’t particularly love. But of course, even if I knew what I wanted to do changing majors again costs more money and makes more debt, and it always comes back to the money. I need to go to bed, sleep off this mood. After all, I’ve got work tomorrow.
And this is just what an internship does to me, imagine what full time will be like!
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