the zeitgeist of zoe

Disclaimer: This post isn’t about planners.

I just lost most of you didn’t I? ***wink***

For those of you who stayed…

I’m sitting here listening to my magical, psychic iPod that always seems to know just what I need to hear.  I had made a Smart Playlist a while back of the Top 50 songs that I play the most & that have the highest rating.

I’m at work, I’m busy, I’ve had to interrupt my day for an impromptu doctor’s visit and am, as a result, on medication that makes me want to vomit. Like, now.

And “The Sweetest Thing” by JJ Grey and Mofro comes on.

I love JJ Grey and have a few of his albums. Yes, I said albums. Even though they are digital downloads, they will always be albums to me.

I think technically the music is classified as Blues, and as you know I’m in more of a Fuschia phase right now, but I would say it’s more R&B/funk/bluesy/soul with maybe a touch of southern rock thrown in for good measure (but not in a tacky, redneck kinda way). Far from traditional Blues that always sorta make me feel like going off a bridge, JJ Grey & Mofro make me wanna dance. And dance sexy at that.

They’ve got some kickass songs. My faves are the aforementioned “the Sweetest Thing”, “Brighter Days”, “Orange Blossoms”  and “Slow, Hot and Sweaty”. If you can listen to that last song and not want to grind against something, you deserve some sort of trophy.

Anyway, why am I telling you this?

Because it struck me as I was jamming in my office chair, instantly put into a better mood by a song I adore, that I was introduced to this band by an asshat douchebag that I dated (not for long, thankfully) earlier this year.

A man I had previously thought of purely in terms of ‘two months of my life I’ll never get back‘.

But the truth of the matter is, I did take away something – other than the usual array of life lessons like, “never become involved with a man who hasn’t been divorced at least a year”, “don’t accept a Facebook friend request from anyone you’re dating”  and “mouth breathers always snore” –  from my time with Mr. Wrong.

At least he had good taste in music, and I am indeed grateful that he saw fit to broaden my horizons, even if only by proximity.

So rememberkids: There’s always a silver lining…no matter how much of a fucktard the cloud is!