brunobaby

Tired of putting together playlists, I decided about a month ago to listen to all of the tracks on my iPod alphabetically by song title--about 6,000 songs.

Last night on the way home, I was treated to "Fire" by Jimi Hendrix, "Fire" by The Ohio Players, "Fire Eye'd Boy" by Broken Social Scene, and "Fire of Freedom" by Black 47. The second week that Jim was at St. Rose's, I discovered I had 66 songs that began with the word "Don't." I also have two dozen songs that begin with "Everybody."

Jim reaches a new plateau of "bad" about every three weeks. I had no idea there were so many levels. This isn't a sudden death thing, like a heart attack or an aneurism. It's more like an alien sneaks into your brain and starts flipping off the circuit breakers one by one. Jim's uncle Joe died from the same cancer 48 years ago, and his cousin said that at the end, all he could move were his eyes.

So I don't know where in the alphabet I'm going to be when I get "The Call." You know the one I mean. But if Uncle Joe is the way it's going to go, then I hope it's at "Green Onions" and not "Sunshine of Your Love." Which wouldn't give me much time to say what needs to be said, but I hear that the ears are the last to go.