Day: November 7, 2000

Oh, sweet Jesus, no. Now my cube-neighbor is starting to hum along with the radio. Can’t she understand that don’t want to be part of her New York State of Mind? Needless to say, the off-key humming travels over the cubical wall without any trouble whatsoever.

Please save me from Kenny G. And Luther Vandross. And whoever else is creeping over the cubicle wall from the radio tuned to some god-awful adult-contemporary or soft-hits or regurgitated-cud station. God, it can really suck to be a freelance contractor who can’t really getting away with telling someone to pipe down. Frankly, it’s better when she’s got the radio on than when she uses the headphones, because at least this way she doesn’t hum off-key to herself all day.

Aside from the horror of the music itself, the worst part is that it’s only the tinny upper register that really makes it into my cubicle. so all I get is the tenor sax or the keyboard fills or the star search wails. Oh, the agony.

On a more encouraging musical topic, I picked up a great maxi-single from Chicks on Speed after hearing it playing while I was at Other Music last saturday. (I was with friends who were on such a manic spending spree that I got caught up in the excitement and broke my long-running CD spending freeze.) The Chicks did these amazing deconstructed electronic covers of some of my favorite quirky songs from the B-52’s: Give Me Back My Man, strobelight, and song for a Future Generation. Totally fun and brilliant.

Just for kicks, write me and tell me what your capsule description would be if you had a part in song for a Future Generation.

Hi, I’m Sparky and I’m a Virgo. I love french fries and talking to cute guys!