TOTALLY WIRED
Cold winter nights offer me, sunniest of sapiens, precious few comforts. TV only numbs the pain, and Twitter wriggles a finger in it. For deliverance, I turn to Spotify, that jolly green thumbprint. Pulling up Friend Activity, I’m transfixed and touched by how loved ones are shooing away their own shivery horrors. Hassan, a new dad searching for a new career, was just playing “I’m Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill,” a mumbling trance by Grouper. My sister chose an Avett Brothers track that I know is her sonic security blanket. Hilary, I see from the tooting speaker doodle beside her avatar, is still up on the East Coast, combating insomnia with Yves Montand. I join her stream, and a mournful French lullaby I’ve never heard before swells my…