My Top Ten Desert Island Discs

I hate this proposal: if you were deserted on an island, what ten discs would you bring? It’s such a stupid question, so stupid, for it is unlikely that you are even going to have electricity. Also, listening to music is a luxury, living on a deserted island is the total opposite. Any sense of me time is more like, how am I going to survive through the night time? Like the end theme of Gilligan’s Island says, “Not a single luxury.” Words to live by, or die by, kind of like aloha.

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