Why do we climb into bed at night but lie on our deathbed?
Strange. Right?
Speaking on deathbeds, why do so many people die in the absence of music?
I have no intention of ever dying, but if I were ever lying on my deathbed (merely hypothetical), there would be music playing at all times:
Springsteen. The Beatles. The Who. Van Morrison. The ’80’s metal bands of my youth.
Why die listening to the beeps and whirs of medical machinery or the hum of passing traffic? Give me Thunder Road, The Bright Side of the Road, and Paradise City.
I’d go out to listen to the stuff I love. You should, too.
