Oh Shuffle you are the apple of my eye

Oh Shuffle I love thee.
I have like a million and by that I mean like 3 different ideas for what I could write but that I am not going to thrash out. I have had a particularly good week socially and a less than stellar week employment wise and an overall good week in the “find old and fantastically valuable vinyl records in the closet” category too. I could spear chuck rhetoric about sticking life out and it will reward you in the end. My prose could be a face melting “common sense should prevail” anthem to the tune of corporate management. Or I could BS a less than average splurt over how I wish I was a roman conqueror because I know I would be the most fantastic looter ever since the last sacking of Rome. But I am going to talk about an adjustment, an adjustment so minor in size but so major no enormous in its effects in other categories I must accord it, it’s due credit. I have recently changed every music playing device I own to the shuffle mode. I was raised to the strict code of complete album listening. I start an album and then I finish that album. No gimmicks no, not even playlists got anything but complete albums. Singles got played always third, seven or tenth. Because they are put there, nothing else to it. This is not bad nor out of fashion or out of my life.
But I am alive, alive with anticipation for the soon to be known following track. Could the gentle piano closing notes of a Tears for Fears song and its accompanying calm floating atmosphere be torn to unrecognizable pieces by Hardcore east coast juggernauts Shai Hulud? Bad Brains pass off to their devoted spawn in the form of Glassjaw. I even once and I kid not got an Erik Clapton strato-caster God and Reggae prophet Bob Marley singing odes to the sheriff they shot and the deputy that got away. The palpable anxiety in those closing seconds of one song only to swing back your head in self satisfaction as you applaud yourself on the good choice of the follow up, makes me alive. What if I am not in the mood for the follow-up, skip one or two shuffles forward or back, problem solved. This has in its many small moments spread over my week made it a more pleasurable experience than usual. So to close I terminate just as I commenced. Oh shuffle I love thee.