Two minuscule round speakers wrapped in tiny silicone jackets and linked by a pair of wiry threads which meet in the middle and loom frivolously from the rear end of an iPhone…
These are what catch my eye when I glance around the tube carriage on the Victoria Line.
Hip Hop, Blues, Classical, Indie, Pop, Reggae…
What constitutes as an appropriate genre of music to listen to at 9 o’clock on a Thursday morning?
To each their own I guess…
Occasionally, I catch an earful of mildly pulsating vibrations revealing the baseline of a song,
And should I happen to recognise the tune, it is as if a connection has been made.
Now I am unofficially linked with this stranger,
A one-sided sense of appreciation and respect for good music,
I have become a fan.