Death row
A brief interruption for a report on last night's dream.
I was on death row, the night before my execution - punishment for killing my girlfriend. (And, no, I don't know who this girlfriend was, except that I'd killed her with a shotgun).
The prison warden was a generous man, and not only allowed me to select a last meal but, when I asked him nicely, he let me cook it too - a green chicken curry with basmati rice. He even let me have a nice bottle of Gewurtztraminer with my dinner.
But what really upset me was that he would allow me to choose only one CD to listen to while I cooked and ate my final meal.
Just one.
How can anyone choose just one CD, one artist, one recording to be the last music you will ever hear?
I woke in tears.
I was on death row, the night before my execution - punishment for killing my girlfriend. (And, no, I don't know who this girlfriend was, except that I'd killed her with a shotgun).
The prison warden was a generous man, and not only allowed me to select a last meal but, when I asked him nicely, he let me cook it too - a green chicken curry with basmati rice. He even let me have a nice bottle of Gewurtztraminer with my dinner.
But what really upset me was that he would allow me to choose only one CD to listen to while I cooked and ate my final meal.
Just one.
How can anyone choose just one CD, one artist, one recording to be the last music you will ever hear?
I woke in tears.