D moaned when we heard the spattering of icy snow against the windows last night. I figured, I don't have to drive in it, probably won't have to shovel it, suits me fine. March being March, is all. Quite cold, but nothing like the midwest, or Michigan when I was small. A mere frosting, nothing to complain of.
Let myself get irritated yesterday. Nurse in charge of one room, repeatedly ignoring me, or just not listening after she asked me a question, spoke over me, then asked me again what I had clearly said. Tidied away items the scrub and I had set out to be used. A hindrance, and oblivious and repeatedly wrong - objectively so.
"Um, this is a left arm."
"No, it's right."
I get the schedule, "Left."
"But this is (the patient before)!"
"No, it's this (name of next patient.)"
I get everything back to where I'd already gotten it before she came in to help me. This is how the whole day went. Scrub, P, wondering at me as we are leaving, why she wasn't in there to start the last huge case. "There wasn't anything else going on!" only one room running. I have to say, well, probably just as well, considering how much "help" she'd been all day. At least we had each other, and we trust each other's skill and attention completely.
Kept the music going all day. White Stripes on one of those online streaming sites that creates a mix. Not my favorite band, at first the guy sounded so much like Sony Bono singing I really didn't like them. But as I get further from the one singer, I find I can like the other. Or his voice has matured a bit. That surgeon likes that mix, and I kill songs that are overplayed, or too far afield (heavy metal or hip-hop-autotuned-to-death.)
With music, I like variety, a strong melody, and a bit of an edge. Too soft gags, too hard and it blasts. Too much the same and it goes through my head eternally. Which is why I do so enjoy They Might Be Giants. Enormous playlist, variety.
When I tell someone they are my favorite band, and they respond "Oh, I hate them." I know what I am dealing with. Wow. If someone tells me "OH, I LOVE Journey!" I will make a non-commital response, but I won't say "Really? You have terrible taste then!" I think it, but I would not say that to them. And people who have a knee-jerk, vocalized, hatred of TMBG tells me that they have only heard the couple of (relatively) popular songs. Ana Ng
(which is a cover anyway), Birdhouse
, and then say they hate their voices. I think it's like hating Bob Dylan's voice, and thinking he only sings Blowin' in the Wind
and Subterranean Homesick Blues
. Have you ever seen a book of his collected songs? It takes a couple of thick ones, and I expect he's still writing more. Bob Dylan and John Linnell are incapable of stopping
Oh, I thought everyone did Bob Dylan songs better than Bob, too. Until I really started listening, and heard Oh, Mercy
. Oh, my. His voice has an authority (literally) that transcends whatever tonal deficiencies he has. There is more to a song than being pretty, and you can 'hear the words.' If they really want to know the words to a song, look up the lyrics and read them. Otherwise, just listen, it's a whole experience, not a lecture with a test at the end.
This is all akin to people who look at a painting to show something. "I can't tell what it is" is a criticism of an illustration, not of art. If you can clearly see what it is, look harder, if it's great art there is more behind it, and the obvious - obscures.
All my life, I have searched for new music, old music, sounds that stretched out and spread across the ordinary. Old hymns and world music, Johnny Cash to Sleeper Agent
, Nancy Griffith and The Go Go's. Three Mustafas Three and The Clash and Gogol Bordello. I would never turn my nose up at a song, or a band, without giving them a good listen.
"Art changes, it doesn't get better." Sr. Wendy Beckett.
"If it sounds good, it is good." Duke Ellington.
"It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that certain je ne sais quoi." Peter Schickele.