Gratuitous Llama Commuter Confession

Our good pal Christine over at Laudem Gloriae dug up this YouTube of the Dave Brubeck Quartet doing "Take Five", an extremely rare example of a five beats to the bar composition:

Now that the days are drawing in and the air is getting cooler, I often walk to the metro from my office in the dark wearing the ol' trenchcoat. Almost invariably, this tune starts running through my head. Dunno why.

Speaking of such things, some time recently our pal Sleepy Beth remarked - in a post about "slugging" a lift into Dee Cee from another commuter - about guys who listen to Smooooooth Jazz. She didn't say anything outright derogatory, you understand, but there was just enough faint praise in the post to prompt me to confess: I usually reach my metro stop and pick up my car shortly after 7:00 PM. The local classical station to which I listen the rest of the day, perhaps unwilling to totally give up its prior gabfest format, takes this one hour out of the twenty-four to broadcast the bloviations of Jim Lehrer & Co. Bag that, says I. So yes, I typically listen to smoooooth jazz on the drive to Orgle Manor from the metro. Not only that, I often amuse myself by reciting my own Weather Channel Local on the 8's forecasts over the music. (I won't explain. Those of you who get it know exactly what I'm talking about.)

And my favorite smooooooth jazz playlist entry? Here ya go:

I know what you suspect, but no, I'm not. Really.