artyartie

As I'm somewhat bored with my music lately and in search of good ways to procrastinate on the Papers of Doom (now joined by the Take Home Exam of Doom), I've been listening to shared music files on iTunes.
Some of the playlists are just - unbelievable. Some's playlist yesterday had every bad boy band, *and* Brittany Spears, just for good measure.

Even though my own playlist is rather laughable (I'll probably mock it in good time), I just thought I would start a new series of especially lamentable playlists.

Today's playlist, Owner's Music, was mostly a mix of hip-hop that I wouldn't listen to, with a random sampling of James Taylor. One CD at the end, though, made me laugh hysterically.

It was entitled 'Beach Workout,' and instead of some good reggae or Latin music at a cardio pace, it was the Beach Boys. And Margaritaville. Margaritaville, even at 130bpm, doesn't scream workout. It just doesn't! Techno can make many things sound cool, but it has its limits.