like most couples, christine and i have been wooing each other with music since the earliest days of our courtship. over time, our mixed tapes earned the nickname, "christinoramas."

this volume was made while christine was in the philippines mourning the death of her beautiful grandma, senena micaller. we both had a rough year but i found some consolation in a radio game that i play: when i need some hope, i pretend that god is in my stereo. i take a minute to clear my head then i put on some music. i imagine that god is singing to me. the results are amazing. sometimes tear-jerking. i was having such a good time with it that christine tried it too. it backfired pretty spectacularly.

i made her this mix as training wheels for the radio god game. it contains a random selection of music but it was edited to avoid any painful disappointments.

© 2008 rama hughes

okay, well, the SING TO ME playlist isn't completely random. the first song represents a wonderful example of the radio god game. while christine was out of the country, i was sick, feverish, and terribly lonely. i spent the first few days sleeping and drinking lots of fluids. i made myself a big vat of the vegetable soup that christine usually makes for me when i am sick. to make the most of her absence, i rented a bunch of star trek episodes. i had myself a two day long scifi marathon that would have bored my wife to tears. when my fever broke, i borrowed her car just for fun. here are the lyrics of the first song that her radio sang to me:

the science fiction by hefner

eating all the right food, taking all the right pills, turning on the tv, just trying to make the days a little shorter so the night comes quicker when i see you.

but the food doesn't work, and the pills don't work and the silence hurts, can't make myself fitter for you no matter how i try.

and the science fiction helps just a little, numbs a little piece of me, and the noise from the neighbours helps just a little, stops me from missing you. but the stabbing in my heart it starts once too often, why won't you soften those blows?

cause what you do to me stays with me. oh honey, i can't wait till your with me. i need your body underneath me, every single night.

all my soul record spin on the hifi, make me feel like god is within me, but he's not, it's a lie, i am empty.

when you're gone, it's all wrong, need your hips in my hands, need your lips on my neck right now.