Last night on the train home from Sydney I got thinking about my travelling habits, which, naturally, started me thinking about my listening habits. My trip was slap-bang in the middle of peak afternoon thoroughfare so I, being the savvy, disaffected youth that I am, put the headphones on and plugged into some musical escapism.
My mp3 player (which is not actually mine but that’s another story, and quite possibly another blog entry), however, is nearing the end of its tether. Buttons are sticking and navigation is only possible in an upward song-by-song fashion. Usually I just stick it on random and hope that my music taste doesn’t let me down, but this time I felt the call of the full album experience.
The two hour and 43 minute journey tested me, though I didn’t flinch in the face of technology. I fell asleep, read Catch 22 and the street presses, and did not press a button – and it was all brought to me by the letter W.
The playlist went something like this:
Why? > Wire > Witch Hats > Wolf Parade > The Wrens
As I reached my front door, the final strains of ‘This Is Not What You Had Planned’ from the The Wrens’ marvellous Meadowlands album faded out, and I was left admiring my ability to compartmentalise my music collection.
The Wrens at Maxwell's, Hoboken, NJ (photo: Patrick Glennon).
The Wrens Mp3s
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