Heavy Rotation

Work is a bitch. Bitch, bitch, bitch! I take solace, however, in the fact that, for about 10 minutes each morning, I get some quality time in the sun when I walk to work. As you may know, I am a rare species -- los angeles pedestrianus. Our kind is a dying breed, but, when we are spotted, you can often recognize us by our telltale dangling white earbuds.

My iPod provides the soundtrack to my life. Ok. That's a little dramatic. Let me rephrase that. My iPod provides my backing vocals when I make my morning on-foot commute.

Stop looking at me in that tone of voice.

I sing when I walk. Loudly. Enthusiastically. I don't encounter that many passers-by, so usually Monkey in Concert goes uninterrupted for several blocks. When I do see someone approaching, I stop momentarily, and I resume warbling when I perceive that someone to be beyond earshot.
Then, when I get to the elevator at work, if I'm alone, I sing, and I dance. I use the term "dance" rather loosely. Security probably laughs their asses off at my "dancing."

Monkey in Concert has been featuring the following for the past few months:
Lily Allen, Alright, Still
Arctic Monkeys, Favourite Worst Nightmare
The Bravery, The Sun and the Moon
The Fratellis, Costello Music
Peter Bjorn & John, Writer's Block
Shiny Toy Guns, We Are Pilots
Travis, The Boy With No Name
Amy Winehouse, Back to Black

And, sheepishly, I must admit that I've also been performing Avril Lavigne's The Best Damn Thing every now and then. I do a mean "Girlfriend."

Especially in the elevator.

Shows are every morning. No cameras permitted. All ages. Admission is free.