Goosebumps and more

I'm so grateful to have a soundtrack at work, particularly for those days that seem to drag on a little longer than others.

The perfect work soundtrack, in my opinion, needs to have a couple of qualities: It needs to be lyric-less, lest I start singing along (I have a tendency to do this in public, sometimes without even noticing I'm doing it). It should also be ambient and stirring, such that I actually want to stay in my seat and hear it through, rather than escape my desk.

I've done Buddha Bar and various movie scores in the past, but today I think I've finally nailed it, by spending the better part of this Friday listening to a medley of compositions by the great Ludovico Einaudi.

Goosebumps. Feelings. Introspection. Meaning. Beauty.

And more.

The only downside is that it's had me close to tears all day. I mean, in a good way, though I feel like I'd be hard-pressed to explain that to my co-workers: "Well you see, Boss, the music was SWELLING!"

It just makes me think of happier things. Colors and memories and smiles.

Especially Divenire. That's just magic.