What I've Done

It's pretty normal for music to set the tone for certain events, obviously though, this is usually pre-planned. So it always makes me smirk whenever my iPod, in pure randomised shuffle mode, can all so often get that mood spot on.



I get off a busy bus of commuters and onto another bus serving the outter reaches of the city, for a melodic changeover to complement the sharply dressed corporate workers to the scruffy (I'm not even sure if they're employed or not) glum faces of outter suburbia.


On another day, I make fast tracks down Elizabeth Street with barely a soul passing me by, to the cruising beats of an aged American Rock band - Freedom - or as free as I can be between 9am and 5pm these days. I hit a train station in rush hour to get some angsty heavy rock harrowing through my drums. Why did that girl just decide to stand still only a footstep in front of me without so much as a glance behind her?? 3 seconds later it matters not. I'm bowling back up toward the freshair blowing in from the harbour.


Some days even the silence makes me laugh, as I listen to a favourite tune of the moment, probably downloaded only a night or two previous, to arrive at a client that regularly pulls at my patience strings, usually without realising it... and there I am, willing those 2hours of my life to pass me by as quickly as possible so I can escape, back between my Sennheiser membranes powered by an electronic apple amplifying the power, feeling and effect of thousands of songs...