Playlist of the Damned
|I'm shattered, shattered...|
I don't buy into it. Its one more piece of gear that will entangle, distract, and fuck you up. You also might miss an important sound cue from outside your bubble. Batteries, cable, playlist, BPM, and the unplanned mockery when those inspirational lyrics are the soundtrack to you doubled over, talking to the ants.
Its even more annoying when you haul into an aid station, and whoever's in charge thinks you really want to hear Journey, or whatever at volume, because its a party. And everybody's in some costume [another story altogether]. Shit makes me crazy. I'm trying to think, get a grip, and a PA is drilling into my head. I've fled aid stations to get away from the noise and discovered my bottles were unfilled.
Over the years I've relied on memory. Music emerged from deep tissues, and had something to say at that moment. Here are some of them in no particular order:
Black Mamba/Romane & Stochelo Rosenberg
Tie My Pecker To My Leg/Mojo Nixon
Pharaoh's Dance/Miles Davis
Teen Spirit/Richard Cheese & Lounge Against the Machine
Hate To See You Go/Little Walter
You get the idea.
So go ahead, make that playlist, and keep it to yourself. You don't want to hear my jam, and I'm not interested in your jukebox at whatever point it is.