Sound of Silence

I am having a crisis. One of the little silicon ear things has gone missing from my headphones. As well as meaning I will need to buy another set (and I am feeling all of the skint right now) I had no music on the train and have none at work.

Whilst this may not seem a big thing to many, it is a major disaster for a snobbish audiophile such as myself.

Reason 1: I have nothing on my internal jukebox. Actually, that’s not quite true – the last thing I heard before leaving was James Naughtie on Today, and his accent is on a slight loop somewhere behind my right ear. Anyway, the relative silence is unnerving me.

Reason 2: I am entirely at the mercy of the various voices, sounds and – this is the killer – online radio stations playing out of colleagues’ computers. Today, dear god, it appears to be Kiss Fm.

Kill me now.

Te-Riff-Ic #2

I am fast losing patience with commuting. Especially when am wedged into corner in a stress position which would not look out of place in Guantanamo bay*

Anyway, this morning I took refuge in the Dandy Warhols' Bohemian Like You. Good little track, that - not least the doo-dee-dah-doo-dah synth line. And the animation which starts the video is a nice touch, too.



*Dear FT readers. We know you're reading a broadsheet. But please, for the love of apples, FOLD THE BLOODY THING.

Te-Riff-Ic #1

Large portions of the past weekend and this morning were spent dum-dum-dumming the intro to the Violent Femmes' Blister in the Sun. Who’d have thought Four Chords could give rise to such a grin.



Hopefully it’s now firmly lodged on your internal jukebox, too. Whilst trying to dislodge it, feel free to suggest an alternative pun for the title. The shame of the above is almost overwhelming.

As was being shushed by a stentorian commuter on the 0809 from Woking as the volume on the iThing got pushed a tad too far…