Couldn’t live without it, definitely couldn’t travel without it. There’s something so magical about listening to a great album while on the train or driving, its like you’re on two journeys at once.
I sat next to a guy on the train yesterday who was watching SNL on his phone for the entire 3hr journey and skipping all the musical guests! Tapping through Paul McCartney so he could lightly chuckle at Colin Jost. He was looking down the entire journey and missing the beautiful greens and brutalist greys passing by. Such a shame! Wouldn’t happen if he was listening to Wings' unfairly maligned 1973 sophomore album Red Rose Speedway.
