While I might think I’m improving my overrall muscular fitness, I’m still built like a shit brickhouse. I got a new workout schedule yesterday and I’m certain it is going to tear me apart. This is good.
After a workout I don’t want to listen to Mastodon or Tad Morose, or any other technical metal anymore so I’m pleased when my iPod shuffle plays some mellow guitar tunage, what I like to call wasted blues, down-tempo half-drunken stuff, usually something from the Fat Possum catalog, or something with a relaxing Spanish-influence. Indie Rock is not good after sweat. Nor is it good ante-sweat. I like electronic or industrial stuff to get my blood flowing before I attempt to hurt myself.