I shot a man in Reno. Just to watch him die.

This afternoon, when I was out exercising, I listened to Fresh Air's 1997 interview of Johnny Cash. I was overcome by the desire to not hear him talk, but hear his music. Then I remembered: Aha. I have it on my iPhone. So I listened to "The Baron," "One Piece at a Time," "Sunday Morning Coming Down," "A Boy Named Sue," "Five Feet High and Rising," "I Still Miss Someone," and "Oh,What a Dream."

The same thing happened to me in August, with a different Cash interview.

I'm not a particularly musical person. I go for months without listening to music on my iPod. I don't play an instrument or sing. But there's something about the Man in Black.