by Amy Atkins
It's going to reach temperatures of over 100 degrees today here in the City of Trees. My spouse of many years usually mows the back yard (the neighbor kids mow our front yard as part of their chores. Yes, we have very good neighbors) but was busy loading a hundred cans of old paint for a trip to the hazardous waste section of the dump. Some of that paint was here when we bought our house 10 years ago. Ugh. I decided the least I could do was get one of his usual unglamorous domestic tasks out of the way for him, so, do-rag on my forehead and mp3 player on my arm, I started up semi-self-propelled gas mower and got to sweaty task of cutting the grass.
Turns out my life sort of does have a soundtrack. My job includes writing about music--interviews, profiles, previews, reviews--which is really lucky for me, because I'm always listening to something.