… Note, for instance, the seeming contradictions between playing music to set a mood and playing it to get into a mood. Currently I’m listening to Brother JT, who might or might not be insane. Certainly when I saw him live at Terrastock 2, at least for his solo performance, he seemed calm enough, but hey, insanity and art is its own problem. On a functional level I’m listening to him for a review for the All-Music Guide, for which I write, but given that I’m at work where, unsurprisingly, nothing is really happening, I’m also merrily trying to escape the usual semi-pseudo grind. So is Brother JT soundtracking my escape from the office or am I using him to imagine like I should be escaping from the office? If we’re pumping noise-collages through work-provided speakers and overdriven computers, or even quiet acoustic hoohah through same, are we seeking escape necessarily or are we driving ourselves to work harder by at least making it all sound good while the next annoying e-mail about work procedures that will never affect you comes down the pike?