Linguistics is (especially today) so diverse and offers such a range of interdisciplinary applications that with some imagination, there are many promising career paths available. What constitutes a good job is, of course, highly subjective. I’ll let you know when I figure it out. 
I’d love to hear more of your thoughts on this! I don’t yet know my way around here enough to be sure which subforum that conversation would be most at home in, though. 
And my cue to go find the jazz section is — checks watch — right there.
Thanks for the warm welcome.
I’m still slowly dipping my toes into dance music. I started with ‘60s and ‘70s experimental moog and synth stuff in my early psychedelic music days, like e.g. White Noise’s An Electric Storm and Silver Apples (try to find a period-representative song creepier and more psyched out than their “You’re Not Fooling Me”), and then never moved too far past Brian Eno and his descendants.
(But the track “Love Without Sound” is equally, or even more, compelling.)
(Seriously, just try. It’s like an aural anxiety attack.)
Maybe a little. As cheesy as I know it sounds, I’ve always found myself much more drawn to a number of artists who have fallen under the grouping of “IDM” as opposed to “EDM”. Squarepusher, I’m in love with — my favorite drum-and-bass EP will always be Big Loada, freaking incredible. Though give it a listen and let me know if I even have the genre remotely pinned down? Breakbeat? What’s DNB? The hypergenrefication makes my head spin.
(You know when you find an album that out of nowhere apprehends you as so puzzlingly unique, so unlike anything you’d imagined music could be, that it changes your world for awhile? It’s been awhile since something did that for me like this did. Honorable mention to Medeski Martin & Wood’s Notes from the Underground as another fine example of such a work. Listen to their ‘arrangement’ of Caravan, @pennstac — go on, I dare you.)
(This is how I imagine myself floating, and then disassembling, into an unknown digital future. Couldn’t choose just one.)
I also love a lot of John Frusciante’s recent excursions into similar territory. But I am as much an unabashed Froosh-head as I am a Deadhead.
Lastly,
(I couldn’t just give this an honorable mention. The first MMW song I heard, driving backroads home and listening to 103.3 WPRB Princeton — I immediately drove directly to PRX and bought the CD. What a significant impact hearing this and finding this band had on my life. They’re probably still my favorite.)