|Krista Jass and daughter Teegan|
So I'm sitting at home the other day and I get this all-too-familiar feeling, the one that's telling me I've
Then it hits me.
A few months ago I'd asked my old friend Krista Jass (that'd be Judge Jass, of Blue Earth County District Court, to you bub) to contribute a playlist to my new blog feature Playlist Playground (where I give people a theme and they submit playlists based on that theme.) So I messaged her.
"Your honor?" I said.
"Yes?" she replied. (Again, she didn't actually say this.)
"Did you send me a playlist and I missed it?"
And then she goes all street on me with some, "Wha??? Excuse me??? No you DID NOT just lose my playlist. I spent weeks on that and I will not allow some damn fool to just 'lose' it." (Never said it.)
"Um ..." I say, not really sure what to make of this other side of the usually professional Krista Jass.
"Listen writer boy," she interrupts, "I know people. Dangerous people. I used to be a public defender, for Pete's sake. One phone call and I can make your life a living hell." (Complete fiction.)
"So let me just go double check that inbox and I'll get back to you soon, Your Honor."
"Respect, fool." (Lies.)
I found it. And now you can read it HERE. It's brilliant, of course. The theme I gave her: "Tales of Shame and Regret," which she interprets beautifully through a playlist that includes, among others, Wilco, Ray LaMontagne, Springsteen and others.