Of course, I'm one to talk. I'm the one who actually likes to get up at six and cheerfully took the 9:00 a.m. voice lesson in college. (The voice teacher was always less than awake, but that was his own fault for offering a 9:00 lesson in the first place.) I'm just amazed that there's a regular morning crowd at the key desk.
One great perk of this job is a computer with a CD player. I can play whatever I want at the key desk, and last semester I attracted a little fan following, as if I were the key desk DJ. I think this is because I'm an ethnomusicologist and most of the people who use the practice rooms are very narrowly focused on Western classical music. It's not every day they get to hear Bosnian dance party music, Baluchi sorud playing and Tuvan throat singing all in the same day. Since I've been switched to the morning shift, I've decided to play either the perkiest or the most inappropriate music I can find first thing in the morning. Nothing like Elizabethan bawdy ballads at eight in the morning. Today, I had mercy on them, though. It's colonial American dance music. Dance, little music students! Dance the Scottish Hornpipe!
