Your only choice is “what station?” … followed by “when?” You may choose specific DJs or shows … or you may choose just to switch your radio on.
Put your trust in the DJ … let him or her choose the tunes.
Put your trust in the DJ … let him or her dictate the mood.
If you don’t like what’s on offer then you can switch off or change the channel. You have this choice too.
I find it refreshing to let a DJ introduce new music to me or remind me of tunes I may have forgotten. Yes, they are a constraint … yes, you are handing over part of you to them … the part about self-determination & free will … but not all constraints are bad. Sometimes too much choice is simply too much.
So today … let the DJ choose.
Watching fireworks in a time of austerity. Literally watching my taxes going up in smoke. Poof! Just like that.
For all that I love technology, nothing beats reading a book on a train.
I love it when a good film has an equally good soundtrack. It extends the movie for me.
"I take a vacation in your eyes", Ilya. I love when music expresses my thoughts better than I ever could.
The silence of an early Sunday morning is shattered by the hypnotic patter of falling rain. Sounds better to me.
I love it when Mary Anne Hobbs introduces me to new music or reminds me of tunes I have forgotten.
Words cannot express the joy for me of listening to new music on a Sunday afternoon at home.
The sun is shining in Motherwell ... lying in my back garden ... reading & soaking up the sun.
Walking my Cairn Terrier in the sunshine ... listening to the 99% Invisible Podcast.