Metal Mornings and Amping Up (Ha!) For a Day of Retail

I think the music you listen to, has the incredible ability to affect your mood at any given time. If I’m hating the world and want to do nothing but curl up in a ball and cry, sometimes listening to sad, slow sounding songs just makes me more miserable. At other times, it makes me feel better. This morning, I didn’t want to get out of bed. I’ve been going through a tough time lately, and despite the fact that the last couple of days have been better, I apparently relapsed into a less than pleasant state of mind. So this morning, when my alarm went off at seven – a good five hours later than when I awoke – I turned it off, rolled over and pulled the covers over my head.

For a solid hour, I waged an inner battle with my own sense of responsibility. Despite the fact that I knew I didn’t have a choice but to get up, I remained firmly where I was; my stubbornness and lack of motivation winning against any modicum of adult that I have managed to obtain since officially earning that title. When I finally resigned myself to the fact that I did have to get out of bed and go to work, it was with no small measure of discontent that I threw the covers back and got up. In the ten minutes I had allowed myself before I had to leave, I went through the motions of brushing my teeth, getting dressed and collecting the necessary items, going about my morning as if I were in a trance. It wasn’t until I got in my car that I started to feel even a little awake.

I usually plug my iPod in when I get in my car, but I have a cd in the player too, in case I can’t be bothered with the iPod (for example if I’m only going on a short drive and it’s not worth the hassle). Up until recently, I was playing Emarosa’s most recent album, Versus. Although I do love the songs, there are only ten or so on the album, and after a few weeks of listening to the same thing, I was pretty sick of hearing them. To counter this musical rut, I changed things up yesterday, and put Opeth’s Blackwater Park on instead.


Hailed (by me at least) as one of Opeth’s greatest musical achievements, Blackwater Park is certainly one of my favourite albums. And this morning, it had the benefit of gearing me up for a day of retail that I would otherwise rather have spent in bed, wallowing in my own despair. I turned the volume up as loud as I could without making my speakers crackle and revelled in the wonders of Mikael’s vocals and the phenomenal power of instrumental genius. There’s just something about metal music that gets me pumped. By the time I got to work, I felt like I could single handedly take on a ten tonneĀ giant, and so the prospect of facing a day full of customers seemed infinitely less daunting than it had at 8:19 this morning.

The only problem with listening to metal the whole way to work is that I was so in the mood for heavy music, I wanted to plug my iPod in at work and play more of it when I got in store. Not that I would have been bothered by that, but somehow I doubt customers would be as willing to approach the shop. Then again, maybe that’s the solution.

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