#81 January
I've never been a big fan of January. Probably because it's a month with three (3) family birthdays in it, which always seemed to leave me dead broke, coming as it does after the blizzard of presents that is Christmas.
Worse, January was always the preamble to the coldest month of the year: February. Usually, it's a wonderful time for skiing - if you have the money. If you don't have the money, as I often didn't during college and law school, it's a great time to be snowbound, as cabin fever begins to settle in. About the only upside to January was knowing that the days were getting longer.
I do remember one amazing ski trip, in January, to Killington, just after my sister got married the year before. It was way back in 1985, after I had just started at Siena, and conditions were phenomenal. I spent so much time exposed to the elements that I got frostbite on the very tip of my nose and the tips of all ten fingers. To this day, it's difficult to feel the very tips of my fingers. I guess I should be lucky that I sustained a little minor nerve damage and didn't lose parts of my fingers.

As you may have noticed, disco and funk were working their magic on me back then (and they still do today. Oh yeah.). And there's a good reason for this. First, some background ...
Yeah, I get it: I'm old. But, in many ways, being old is not such a bad thing. For instance, I'm so old that I remember when the Beatles were actually a working band. Yeah. The Beatles. Granted, I was in kindergarten, but, man, even then, I knew what I liked and I could not get me enough of the Beatles. I heard "Revolution 9" when I was 5 and I've never been the same since. But in a good way. It was like dropping acid without dropping acid. The Beatles utterly changed the way I listened to music. Hell, they utterly changed the way I listened to the world. Period. And the weirder the better. Yes, that was me: the non-conformist at age 5.
I realize this post is almost two weeks late but I wanted to get to it before much longer. I have a great deal of respect for the man this holiday honors and I did not want to let it pass without having my say.
It is not a pleasant thought, realizing how fragile we are. How each day could be our last. So we pretend. We pretend our days stretch out to the horizon, as far as the eye can see. It's how we get through our lives.
As much as I love listening to the music I grew up with, and there is a ton of it, there are a number of new artists out there who have produced some amazing music. I'm more prone to alternative and indie rock but I'm open to just about anything. And whenever I'm in the mood for something new, one of the very first places I turn to is the best radio station in this part of the country: 102.7
I find it hard to work if I don't have music playing. And there is almost always music playing. So, in the interest of sharing, here's a slice of what I'm listening to in this first month of the new year. It's a great potpourri of sonic delights, spanning the last decade or so; a smattering of old and new, in many different genres.
Happy New Year! Here's hoping that 2012 will be at least as good as 2011, if not better.


