It's not often that I listen to music when I shave as I usually shave at night after my shower, and with the kids asleep and whatnot, it just doesn't happen frequently. But when I do, I love listening to jazz when I shave. It kind of takes me to another place and another time. It makes me feel like I am a character in an old movie. Like I am living on the 5th floor of an apartment building in New York city during the 1940's and I am standing in my small simple bathroom wearing a tank top t-shirt. The window is open and sounds of the closely neighboring building next door reach in through the window. A baby crying, a door slamming, the raised voices a couple bickering from somewhere nearby. The occasional honk of a horn and subtle traffic noise is also present. But just under all of that, cutting through all of the hustle and bustle is the playful erratic and wandering buzz of a saxophone. Reaching just loud enough to push back the rest of the din and and occasionally drowning it out completely when the notes gain in intensity and volume reaching their apex only to dive back down allowing the ambient noise to resurface. That's my shaving music.