Did I say no Pandora or iPod music? Did I mean that? Not possible; surely I would have realized the aggravating torture it would put me through. Resisting the urge to not open the Twitter app has been surprisingly easy to resist, but my Pandora station? Not so much. On the contrary, resistance has almost been painful.

I’m not much of a singer, even in the shower, so I depend on others to do it for me. Hence, the music. I did save myself the company of the radio, but it’s uncomparable to the choice music I’m used to listening to.

To quench my thirst for good music, I’m even contemplating going as far as dropping in on some Encore rehearsals, but that would defeat the purpose of having my music portable, with me while I go about every aspect of my nightly routine. I guess 95.7 is going to have to suffice if I want to save myself from the foot-tapping and humming syndrome.

If nothing else, hopefully burdening my ears with  the seemingly incessant and irritating tunes of Flo Rida and the likes will enforce lessons of humility, patience and appreciation for other artists. Of course, that’s if I don’t crack first.