Who doesn’t like a lovely little ditty while hitting the pool? Hmm?

Mine would surely include Tom’s in The Bathroom from the Mike Gunn.

Anyone else?

I hope your family and friends are all ok.

And I am in full agreement with Wed when he says “there’s too little engagement here right now. I feel like I’m just bouncing off of hermetically sealed brains… I also approach this as more of a community experience than a magazine.”

Again, easy to say from here, but ‘here’ is kind of a pain in the ass and I’m having to do my own long-term thinking and comforting.

But it certainly beats those days when I lived off what I could buy with the coins I found on the floor.

Long-term view. It’s a winner. In other words, hope.

I like the other comments (and commenting in general). These are folks who read the posts after all. Frankly there’s too little engagement here right now. I feel like I’m just bouncing off of hermetically sealed brains. Anyway, I find more truth in the combination of posts and comments than in any one post. I also approach this as more of a community experience than a magazine.

Now let’s see how I feel the next time somebody comes to me in a dark Wednesday alley.

john, as for me, i don’t think i would have made a playlist, but i rarely make playlists, even for happy trips. i have all my music on my laptop, which i would have with me. i can’t tell you what i’d choose to listen to in the moment.

i guess i was thinking that the people in cars on saturday were generally in pretty good shape and had had some time to actually think about what to take with them. my sister, for example, had to sit for about 8 hours at my parents’ place – she was all packed and ready to go and just had to wait. there wasn’t much she could do to help them prep the place. if there were lots of other people in similar situations, at least some of them might have had the time to think about music. it was, after all, 3 days ahead of the storm, and at least some of them would have known from experience that boredom is one of the worst things about being displaced if all the other immediate life needs are OK.

had this been a regular blog, i might have written about something else, but gustav was pretty much one of the biggest things on my screen and this is a music blog. please pardon me if i offended anyone by wondering about something so trivial at a time like this. i have to say that everyone in my family seemed surprisingly happy and relieved to be answering questions about music from their hotel rooms in memphis.

No doubt somebody did or at least set one up on the iPod during ride out.

I certainly think music becomes extremely memorable at times like this. Although when you hear stories from folks who have gone through crisis, their memories of music are usually accidental – like “suddenly this song came on and I’ll never forget it…”

I have to laugh though CB, because I’ve been watching the last season of the show the Wire. The word “Evacuate” has been the running joke. Apparently by definition, to evacuate yourself means to poop. When I’m evacuating I think of the song Hold on I’m Coming which was co-written by the late Isaac Hayes. Apparently that line came to him while he was on the toilet and his songwriting partner was calling him from the other room.

I wonder what would be on your iPod run-for-your-life playlist, CB? I turn to music in tought times too, that’s not that unusual, we’re all aware of that already, but seriously, who the fuck makes a playlist for a last-minute full-city evacuation?