So for some inexplicable reason, I’m the one in charge of a terrific project: compiling an iPod playlist for a friend in the hospital. How cool right? Like the mixed tapes of yore, passing on things you love and think someone else will love during a crappy time. Except for that whole me not listening to music thing.
Since everyone in the group is pitching in ideas, I’m not on my own. That’s a blessing for the recipient!
But I’m still frozen in musical fear. What on earth do I contribute?
Going through a mental playlist of songs I that remember liking turns out to be a terrible way for me to actually remember songs. However, if I go to the grocery store I find myself singing to all the 80s songs they play. Since my mental playlist came up with upbeat tunes like “I’m Only Happy When It Rains,” I may have to head to the grocery store in order to finish this project.