At 3 a.m. in a very small town in southern India, I lay stark naked on a wooden bed, having just done something of which I was quite ashamed. I was very sick at the time, and, as I was confined to my bedroom, my iPod was my only stimulation. Wiping off the sweat from my forehead, ass, and upper lip, I took my headphones off, tried to stomach a Nature Valley Bar, and started to come to grips with the fact that I had just added songs like Sean Kingston’s “Letting Go (Dutty Love)” and We The Kings’ “Check Yes Juliet”to my iPod’s “Recently Played.”
