Naturally, 90% of my yardwork is done with headphones in, listening to either Tigers games or music. This year, I'm going to add yardwork to commuting and working out as "Time When I Can Listen to New Music," but I'm not as confident in that sticking as much as it has with the other two. For whatever reason, when I step out to mow the lawn or trim the hedges, there is a certain je nais se qua that I'm looking for in an album, and I have turned off the lawnmower to switch albums mid-mow, despite being certain that what I was listening to was what I wanted to hear. It's weird, man. And it's definitely albums, not bands; Khemmis' Hunted is probably my all-time favorite yardwork album, but none of their other albums have it. Sunbather and Ordinary Corrupt Human Love have it; Roads to Judah and New Bermuda don't. Metallica's first four albums have it in spades. Kanye's The College Dropout is an amazing yardwork album; My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy is a much better album but doesn't hold up as well to the grind of the grass. You get the idea. Anyway, as I start mowing the lawn again, and looking for new music, maybe I'll find some new classic yardwork tunes to add to my rotation and then talk about them here. Or maybe I won't, and I'll just listen to Ride the Lightning again and keep it to myself. Try not to let the suspense bother you. On to the workouts!
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Friday, April 16, 2021
Durf's Weekly Workout # 13: April 16th, 2021
With spring here in Idaho in full bloom, the weather is starting to warm up and the yard work is starting to begin. Outside of the difficulties in wrangling a toddler while trying to pull weeds, or finding energy to get some work done on a random Wednesday after a ten hour day, I really enjoy working in the yard. It's incredibly rewarding to see the results of a day (or hour's, sometimes) work, and I can feel myself totally slipping into the Wranglers of a washed, mid-thirties dad who takes way too much pride in his yard because he's convinced himself it's a hobby since it's the only thing he has time to do on the weekends. But I digress.
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