Do you ever have one of those nights where you have no desire to sleep, or read, or exercise, or surf the web, or watch television, or catch up on projects, or send e-mails to friends, or even write a substantive blog entry?
Instead you just sit in chair with a blank expression on your face, listening to Mozart’s Requiem over, and over, and over, and over again, with a myriad variations of the same thoughts drifting and rolling around your consciousness.
Oh, you’ve never had a night like that? OK, then.
It is on nights such as that when I most often find myself going to bed early and listening to jazz (the real thing, not New Age-y stuff) on public radio. I find that wonderful things come of such nights, even if it takes a little while for them to develop.
Soft jazz is awesome when I’m feeling relaxed and happy.
When I’m brooding, though, I love the classical stuff.