The rise in popularity of the iPod/ishuffle/gigabeat/megabeat/blackberry/iberry/........ in recent times is a fascinating thing. In one U.S study the iPOd beat Beer in a popluarity contest and in another it was deemed indemidably preferable to live music. This is hardly surprising.
Humans have always had a connection to music. It was a mode of comunicating when free speech was inadequate, unlawful and beyond pulic acceptance.
William Shakespeare said: music: is the heartbeat of skunks. Actually he didn't say that. I wish I knew some Shakespearean quotes, or could lie more convincingly.
As soon as it became portable humans and their music machines became the best and closest of friends. (Think: montage of the 70's, 80's and 90's music machines through to today.) Our little music carriers supply a soundtrack to our otherwise unfamous lives- (emo), they can be a private love (think: man crying listening to opera on toilet) or a public declaration of a beautiful love affair (think: someone singing loudly and badly on public transport the soundtrack to Glee).
My friend Cynthia (her name isn't Cynthia, I don't know a Cynthia, but that's the whole point) arrived home at her large share house the other day and made a surprising discovery. Her housemate George (not a real name... who is called George these days?) was singing at the top of his lungs: "O, happy day" from Sister Act 2. Not a surprising discovery if George was a show queen, pole swinging, glitter wig gay boy from Surrey Hills, but he's not. George is a Judo champion who got convicted of assault and didn't know anyone was home. The fact that Cynthia is living with a dude who got convicted of assault is something to address at another time. Cynthia joined in at the top of her lungs, dancing and swinging azzif she was the original cast of Sister Act the musical West End Revival 2010. She got lungs on her, dats all I'm saying.
Music is the great. That's all. :)
