I am not usually enthused about waking up. Beds are very comfortable and warm compared to the alternative (not being in bed). My alarm clock certainly isn't doing anything to help the situation, since my brain now associates waking up with an ear-splitting, speaker-crackling siren that I'm sure was appropriated from cold war era nuclear air raid sirens. Sometimes, to try and spruce things up a bit, I'll wake up to CFRC, and Queen's very own Indie Wake Up Call.
The problem with the Indie Wake Up Call (a daily morning show from 8-10am) is that the DJs focus on playing "good" music. That is to say, for the most part they play music with strong artistic merit. Here's my beef... In a lot of indie music cases lately, artistic merit means subtle, understated production and haunting melodies. That does not wake me up. I need infectious melodies and raucous beats. Basically, I need Daft Punk to wake me up every day.
However, last week, some visionary DJ (sorry CFRC folks, I don't remember what day it was) played what might be my new ultimate wake-up song - My Rights Versus Yours, by the New Pornographers. Artistically credible, upbeat, unstoppably catchy without being abrasive, this is a song that says "Hey, it's morning, and you are going to wake up and attack the day with limitless energy and optimism! Get the hell out of bed, you are wasting time!" Give it a listen. I defy you to not be motivated.
2 comments:
I too, hate waking up. I think there is some sort of sedative in my comforter. What is funny about my alarm is that it is my cell phone. And every once in a while someone's cell phone will have the same ring as my alarm. And it makes me think of waking up. And subsequently it makes me want to kill whoever has the cell phone it is. Well, see you later.
My ultimate wakeup song is still "In The Meantime" by Spacehog.
You should invest in one of those alarm clocks that let you play cds.
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