My Daily Soundtrack: Powered by Guitars, Bass, and Questionable Singing in Traffic
Some people start their day with meditation. Some people wake up and drink green juice while stretching toward the sunrise. I wake up looking for coffee and trying to figure out which playlist is going to stop me from becoming grumpy before 9 AM. Music is basically the duct tape holding my entire day together. The funny part is my music taste looks like five completely different people borrowed my phone and built playlists during a gas station road trip. One minute I’m blasting Five Finger Death Punch like I’m about to enter a wrestling match at the grocery store. The next minute I’m singing Luke Combs songs like I own a ranch and emotionally support tractors for a living. That’s balance. New hard rock keeps me moving when I’ve got work to do. Nothing makes carrying lumber, fixing something, or pretending I know exactly what I’m doing quite like hearing Shinedown, Disturbed, or Breaking Benjamin shaking the walls. Suddenly even small projects feel dramatic. I could be tightening ...
