music
half of the criteria by which one judges a coffee shop, at least in my mind, is its music. the coffee matters, but even a good cup of coffee can go sour if you're trying to read Wallace Stevens to Alanis Morissette's "Isn't It Ironic?"
I can appreciate working to a little bach or brahms... beethoven or any of the other b-named composers. nothing too in your face, nothing to tchaikovsky grandiose and sweeping. on the other hand, I was recently at a coffee shop (st. marks) which played neko case followed by edith piaf - I was in heaven. radio alternative is not an option. I'll walk out, I swear.
the coffee shop I'm working in now is cracking me up. the baristas are pretty punked out (pink hair, wallet chains, t-shirts with skulls), and the music... madonna, marvin gaye, that old 80's song from top gun, prince... every time a new song comes on I have to suppress a smile. the cuff doesn't quite match the collar, so to speak.
then again... who doesn't like madonna?
2 Comments:
1) You're alive!
2) You are in NY! E-mail me! (?)
3) Stevens and Morissette is probably one of the worst combos I could ever even imagine.
4)For coffee shop hilarity (I mean, you actually have to prepare yourself before you walk in the door lest you burst into side-splitting laugher) is Filter in Chicago.
Sarah,
Not in New York yet... but soon! And I will absolutely email you. You can email me too @ cmengert1@mac.com (though my .mac account is on the fritz with the new Mobile Me update thingy).
Christina
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