Music and the Art Of Survival
I recently took a little time off to get a bit of rest and relaxation. You know what I mean...escape from the hum-drum grind of work and life. I thought the time away would do me good. Get away from it all and catch up on my reading and try to get a tan at the same time. All I managed to do was get a severe sun-burn and get through thirty pages of a book I've been meaning to read for the last year.

It wasn't the surroundings that kept my mind preoccupied as it was the din of confusion that kept assaulting my ear drums where ever I went. I thought that I could escape from the music of the world and hide away in a secluded little paradise and get to the matter at hand...reading.

I was wrong...Every where I went I was inundated with the music that the world wants to throw at you. I went to a mall and the sounds hit me like a howitzer's deafening blast. Do we really need this sick, sappy middle of the road dribble when we're looking for suntan oil and aloe vera lotion? I went back to my hotel, and while riding the elevator to my floor, good, old Muzak seeped into my cranium and embedded itself there for the next three hours. I have a question for Muzak...Who the hell told you that it was okay to take a KISS classic like 'Rock and Roll All Night Long' and turn it into melodic garbage? I keep getting this awful picture of Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons skipping around like pansies to the Muzak version trying to look and sound intimidating. Doesn't work for me.

And it didn't end there...No matter how I tried to avoid music I ran into it like crash test dummies hitting a brick wall. On buses, at the movies, in cabs, walking the city streets and even talk radio...The worst part of it all...I started humming snippets of songs until I had forced myself to remember the entire song...You haven't really lived through hell until you've convinced yourself that you need to know every word to Rick Springfield's 'Jessie's Girl'...

So I've decided that next year I'll pull a Tom Hanks and do my best Robinson Crusoe imitation and find myself a deserted island. I'll just bring the necessities to keep me going for a month...Food, water, suntan lotion, reading material, my portable CD player with a month's supply of batteries and 10 CD's with the music I want to hear...

And what would I take with me? Here they are (In no particular order)... Of course, there are a few other CD's I'd take with me...Any rap artist out there as well as Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake...Hey you gotta have coasters for your drinks and something to fan the fire at night.

- Richard Blaine

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