Someone hijacked my iPod. Its red, I call it Ruby and its engraved with “Music is an outburst of the soul” on the back. But it doesn’t seem to be loaded with the music that is an outburst of my soul anymore. Somehow in the three years since I trained for NWM ’07, someone reprogrammed my “best friend.”
I couldn’t tell you exactly what was on it before, but surely it wasn’t the soundtrack from The Sound of Music, complete with exclusive interviews with the actors, country songs and the “best of” Johnny Cash. This summer is shaping up to be quite busy, so I’ve just taken what I can get from Ruby. Never bothering to set the old girl straight and restore the old mix that better represents my soul. However, I think it’s time to draw the line.
On Sunday night I drank a lot of water before bed to make sure I was properly hydrated. It’s not surprising that I awoke in the fours to go to the bathroom. What was shocking was to hear the ghost of Johnny Cash serenading me in his gravelly voice…”It don’t hurt any more… “ I love you Johnny. Wish I’d run into you at Noshville across from Vandy in the late 1990s. But truth be told I’d much rather be soothed by tales of Julie Andrews favorite things and how to solve a problem like Maria in the wee hours.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
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