Ipods

It's impossible to get on a plane, train, subway or any other mode of public transportation without seeing white ear buds crammed into the heads of passengers. Ipods seem to be almost as common as cell phones these days. I have carried my Ipod with me to 20+ states and five countries. When I leave for work each morning I make sure I have two things: my cell phone and my Ipod. Last week I was on a train from Birmingham to London. I stared out my window at the passing countryside while Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run" blasted in my ears. By the time The Boss got to "Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness, I'll love you with all the madness in my soul," I caught my reflection in the window. And then it hit me. When did we decide we needed a soundtrack to our lives?

Thanks to my Ipod I now associate The Great Wall of China with Willie Nelson's "Me and Paul." I associate the London tube with Pink Floyd's "Nobody Home." I associate New York City's Park Avenue with James Blunt's "You're Beautiful." These songs are now memories.

Maybe I am being too philosophical or perhaps it is my Ipod induced brain tumor. Either way let me crank of my Ipod and continue what I was doing.