The most popular song on Unit B3 was “I’m Blessed,” by Charlie Wilson. By popular, I mean that two different patients asked for it. On Sundays, Diana took requests and connected her phone to a Bluetooth speaker that looked like a blue tube of cookie dough. If a song was on YouTube, Diana could play it for us. She didn’t have a long history with “I’m Blessed.” A week before I got to the psych ward, Josie told her about the song. There was a white canvas bag hanging from the front bar of her walker, on which she had written “Josie’s Cadillac Escalade” with a Sharpie she wasn’t allowed to have. Josie called herself Jojo Dancer but nobody else did. Several times a day, she would talk about her next outing. She was planning drinks at Molino’s and a night at the Radisson, maybe after a trip to Target. Josie would say, “Are you ready to experience White Plains and New Rochelle?”
A Summer of Listening, Part 1
A Summer of Listening, Part 1
A Summer of Listening, Part 1
The most popular song on Unit B3 was “I’m Blessed,” by Charlie Wilson. By popular, I mean that two different patients asked for it. On Sundays, Diana took requests and connected her phone to a Bluetooth speaker that looked like a blue tube of cookie dough. If a song was on YouTube, Diana could play it for us. She didn’t have a long history with “I’m Blessed.” A week before I got to the psych ward, Josie told her about the song. There was a white canvas bag hanging from the front bar of her walker, on which she had written “Josie’s Cadillac Escalade” with a Sharpie she wasn’t allowed to have. Josie called herself Jojo Dancer but nobody else did. Several times a day, she would talk about her next outing. She was planning drinks at Molino’s and a night at the Radisson, maybe after a trip to Target. Josie would say, “Are you ready to experience White Plains and New Rochelle?”