Playlist to soothe
Paul McCartney and Wings played almost nonstop today at my desk, not to mention Paul and Michael Jackson and Paul by himself. Nothing by Beatles was heard, though I have recently started listening to them again. Just not today. Similar to the inexplicably strange and sometimes overwhelming feeling of utter contentment and being soothed comes over me when I watch McMillan and Wife or China Beach, Paul McCartney’s post-Beatles music has the same affect on me.
So too, Dusty Springfield, who I had just queued up in ye olde iPod when I got called into an impromptu meeting and had to cut our rendezvous short, too short, for by the time the meeting was over, the end of the day was upon me and I no longer listen to music while walking. Perhaps I’ll start with Dusty tomorrow and see where that takes me.
Oddly, I am not embarrassed to listen to Dusty in public. But Petula Clark is another story and I don’t quite know why, for I’ve loved Pet Clark far longer than Dusty.
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