Tuesday, January 11, 2011
On my Ipod
While I busied myself around the house today I put my Ipod on shuffle and enjoyed it immensely. Some of my tastes in music are so odd, there's not even a radio station that plays them.
I wrote down the songs in order as they played: Woody Guthrie, Greenback Dollar; Iris Dement, Shores of Jordan; Moe Bandy, Beauty's in the Eye of the Beholder; Billie Jo Spears, Every Day I Have to Cry Some; Moe Bandy, I Cheated Me Right Out of You; Green Day, The Static Age; Iris Dement, Easy's Gettin' Harder Every Day; John Denver, Eclipse; Doc Watson, Corina Corina; Mark Lanegan, Man in the Long Black Coat; Phil Ochs, Bound for Glory; Bobby Bare, The Winner; Janis Joplin, A Woman Left Lonely; Bobby Bare, 500 Miles; Johnny Cash, Hurt; John Prine, Grandpa was a Carpenter; Craig Morgan, I Want Us Back; Grateful Dead, Cocaine; Simon and Garfunkle, Bridge Over Troubled Water; John Prine and Iris Dement, In Spite of Ourselves; Janis Joplin, Amazing Grace; Gene Watson, Paper Rosie; Duane Eddy and the Ventures, Raunchy; Ray Charles, America; John Prine, Morning Train; Johnny Cash, The Man Comes Around.
When Cliff comes in, I turn off my music. He likes about 90% of it, all the 70's and 80's country; but when Iris Dement, John Prine, Woody Guthrie, Leadbelly, Green Day, or Janis Joplin start singing, he rolls his eyes. So, just to be safe, I turn it all off. I have plenty of chances to listen to my music when he's at work or in the shop.
Two different people commented on my snoring entry, suggesting I might have sleep apnea and need a Cpap machine. I did a little reading on that, and I see that a huge percentage of people get those machines and then don't use them for one reason or another. I think since Cliff is so hard of hearing and goes to sleep so rapidly, and since he is able to make me shut up until he does get to sleep, we'll manage all right.
Somehow the idea of dying in my sleep from sleep apnea doesn't scare me; I don't know of a single person who died in their sleep (unless they had an illness, or had a heart attack). Besides, let's face it: wouldn't we all rather go in our sleep anyway?