Waking Up

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The right music to wake up to is important.

Nothing crazy is my motto.  Smooth into melody.

I think I’ve hit the nail on the head with this one.  Maybe a little too good.  I’ve got the perfect morning song that ends up stuck in my head for at least an hour each morning after I wake up.  And as Sam can attest, if more than one second of the alarm plays before my lightening quick morning reflexes shut off the alarm, it has been a bad morning.

I once almost punched a girlfriend when she accidentally played the same song I used for an alarm late at night while I was sleeping.  She was awake in bed and was trying to put a show or movie on the laptop (I can sleep through that and just about anything else) and played the song instead.  I sat up immediately and snatched my arm out to shut off the alarm and almost gave her a black eye.

Anyways.  Stories aside, this one song has been what I wake up to on workdays for the last year or so.

December, 1963

Every wake up in the morning with Frankie Vallie and the Four Seasons going through your head?

To the point where you can’t wait til you play it so you can hear it?

Yeah, me neither.  Except for this morning.

I woke up with December, 1963 going through my mind.  I didn’t even know who sang it, although when I looked it up The Four Seasons seemed like the logical fit.  And I didn’t know it was called December, 1963; I thought it was call Oh What a Night.

So I wait til Sam wakes up and starts moving around and doing stuff; and keep in mind I’ve been awake and now lived with this song running through my head for about two hours, and put it on the computer playing it at what I would call a decent, but not loud volume (I can type that word but can’t say it correctly).

Twenty seconds into the song Sam comes by and turns it down to nothing.  “Too Loud.”

I’m sorry Frankie Valli.  I won’t be putting you on repeat like you are in my mind.

December, 1963

The birds..

The birds were going crazy outside my apartment this morning. It was awesome. It probably wasn’t ‘birds’ rather just one or two birds but they were singing up a storm.

It made my morning. Walking out to that put a smile on my face. Of course if daylight savings time hadn’t ruined it by leaving the sky darkened it would have been a much better experience. Thanks for continuing to stomp on my life Daylight Savings Time. Still hating you.

Birds Singing Outside My Apartment