Oooh, it’s magical

Ok, I finally understand. When I told ya’ll I wanted and mp3 player, I wanted one because everyone else had one. Kinda like back in the day when I had to have blue suede Ponys (quit laughing, that was THE SHOE here in 1983 BittyBurg) and “button down” shirts. Now, though, having loaded the thing with music I hand selected, I get it. It no longer matters what the next song is, unlike the radio or even the cd player. I like every cut on here, and each one is like an old friend.

For those keeping a record, I knew I was sunk when the first song played. It was Willie Nelson’s Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain. At that point, it was oh-ver, ya’ll.