Give it a listen...

I'm always on the lookout for new music. I am not one of those people who is so incredibly hip they are on the forefront of what is happening in the music scene. I often feel like I am completely out of the loop, so when I hear people discussing artists they love or I meet people who are obviously too hip to be square, I literally grab a pen and paper and take notes.

I'm currently slinging beer at folks who enter the pub I am working at post-grad, oh the joy, and my ears perked up when a couple of co-workers were discussing a the Aloe Blacc concert they were going to at Fortune. Those who weren't going were drooling over the opportunity and I was standing there thinking, "How do you spell that? Allo Black?"

Apparently I had probably heard his song "I Need A Dollar," I said "No, I haven't but I do need a dollar. Actually I need quite a few dollars!"

So I busted out my trusty pen and paper, got the correct spelling of the artists name--Aloe Blacc--and eagerly awaited the end of my shift so that I could search the internet for some new tunes.

Aloe Blacc rocks new soul style music that I love love! The video for his song "I Need a Dollar" has over 10 million hits on youtube, so I was the only person who hadn't heard that one.

Now hear this track "Loving You is Killing Me" and check the little dude dancing, damn he's good!

What now?

It has happened, I have passed all my courses and I qualify to graduate. In a couple weeks I will walk across the stage to receive my B.A. diploma in English Literature. I am seriously proud of myself for this accomplishment, heaven knows it wasn't easy. My boyfriend often remarked that I made getting a first class education seem like serving a life sentence in Guatanamo Bay (I don't know how to spell that but whatever, moving on); and it's true I did.

Anyways now that I am done I don't know what to do with myself. Great. I have incredible anxiety that I should be busy all the time which my friends who have their degrees tell me won't go away for at least a year. It feels like the one skill I perfected in University (certainly not grammar) is procrastination. I can out procrastinate anyone on the planet (okay that's definitely an overstatement but that's how I feel.)

So here I am on a rainy Wednesday wasting time on the internet psyching myself up to read "The War of Art" by Steven Pressfield. I have a heavy sense of forboding that this book is going to hit close to home...