Right now I am listening to Recomposed by Max Richter, Vivaldi, The Four Seasons.
The beauty of this album is startling, and fantastic. It draws out my inspiration like a phlebotomist draws blood from the veins, gathering life into a flow of the sweetly symphonic. With a cup of coffee, I'm pretty sure I am aptly prepared to take over the world. Can life get better?
I should probably mention my plethora of songs are on shuffle, and the next one is Jimi Hendrix's Red House. Let me count the ways in which Jimi speaks to my soul...