Monday, February 02, 2009

Music to Walk To

I have been taking my iPod to the Y so I don't poop out after walking just five minutes. I've learned that if I have something to listen to other than the ramblings of old men on treadmills, then I am more likely to stick with the program—20 minutes around the track.

Last week I listened to the Decemberists:

Take up your arms
Sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now

When we arrive
Sons and daughters
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

And I listened to the Weepies:

Dating a porn star, it isn't all roses
She leaves you home on a Saturday night
You can go crazy with thoughts and supposes
Lose the thin thread between what's wrong and right

So Starlight won't you kiss me
For I have missed you so
Just like the others
And all of their brothers
I've come to see the show

But this morning I decided to choose a different play list. I don't want to wear out the songs I enjoyed last week, so I chose an early jazz list. Louis Armstrong singing Rockin' Chair like nobody's business:

Old rockin' chair's got me, my cane by my side
Fetch me that gin, son, 'fore I tan your hide
Can't get from this cabin, goin' nowhere
Just set me here grabbin' at the flies round this rockin' chair

I could walk for days on this stuff. I didn't this morning, of course, because I have things to do other than go in circles in the Wellness Room, but I think I have found my inspiration for the week. Listen to this, and tell me you wouldn't walk all the way to Poughkeepsie to it.


lynn said...

That Satchmo? lol, like it.

dive said...

Hoorah for Satch and Jack! What a lovely combination, Robyn.

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

Golly. Poughkeepsie is a long way . . . but I'd try.