GUANTANAMO BAY — We’re wrapping up these two weeks’ worth of hearings. I’m planning my last big piece from here. My most dogged colleague on this story is in court and resting her head on her fist while the judge considers the last batch of motions before adjournment until early June. She’s tired. We’re all tired. We want to go home. I want to go home. There are about 180 other people a few miles away who, I feel confident conjecturing, really want to go home.

Before I do, there were four albums that I leaned on while here. “Guantanamo Bay Playlist” sounds, forevermore, like something used to torture someone — new friend Shawna Thomas of NBC asked the very good questions: whose iPod contained the torture playlist, with Drowning Pool and the Meow Mix commercial? And did any commander have to actually approve songs for their use in interrogations? — but whether it was at the gym here or walking from place to place, I will now forever associate with Guantanamo:

Rancid, Let’s Go (all previous associations — including a winter 2001 rescue from upstate New York after Gaston’s mother’s Volvo broke down on the way back from a New Year’s trip to Montreal — have been wiped away)

Titus Andronicus, The Monitor

Jadakiss, The Champ Is Here 3 (the only piece of music I have ever downloaded on a military base of any kind)

Dangers, Messy, Isn’t It?

Congratulations to these lucky artists. I strongly recommend you get familiar if you’re not already.