Ever hear the bit about how music is your friend while you’re driving on the highway (singing along, havin’ a good time), and then you get close to where you’re going, and you’re trying to figure out how to get there, and all of a sudden it’s like, DAMN YOU, RADIO! And you turn it off real quick?
Music is like snacking or drinking lots of caffeinated beverages — generally awesome, but if you do it while you’re trying to work on something else, you can run into trouble. Usually waking up five hours later under a pile of Jif and Diet Dr. Pepper empties. Not that I would know.
Activities during which you can listen to music, in ascending order of problematicness, with corresponding values on a pH scale of problematicness:
Trying to make Edward Tufte proud.
Yet even in cases where music is somewhat distracting (like writing) I often do it anyway. BECAUSE I AM KREZ.