On our morning ride, I couldn't help but notice (once again) all of the cyclists, joggers, and walkers carrying their portable music whatnots with wires extending from the whatnots to their ears.
Don't get me wrong, I think that music is great. I sing, whistle, and listen frequently. But silence is golden too. Sometimes it's nice to not have the distraction of a beat bouncing in your ears. You might hear birds chirping or the waves lapping the shore. You might be able to think a little differently, perhaps even better.
To me, at some point, most music transforms into annoying noise, even the good stuff, even the great Bocelli. I need to turn it off and lose myself in white noise periodically. During a marathon drive with Lady Bug two summers ago, I needed the occasional rest from music. For LB, this wasn't easy. After about twenty non-musical minutes, she was nigh unto ready to ram her head through the car window. By then, however, I was generally agreeable to spinning another CD; I simply needed a little break.
It's a generational thing, I suppose, but I wonder if that means that the younger set will need to forever have wires penetrating into their ears or whether they will change as they age. There's absolutely nothing wrong with walking or running to music. With the right tempo, it can be extremely helpful. I've done it; I know. I had a Mini Disc player until not long ago, and it was great to use on occasion. And, yes, I would love to have an iPod. I don't need an iPod, but I would love to play with one, rip the songs, upload the songs, and all of that sort of thing.
I'm not particularly saying anything negative about this ubiquitous, portable music. Rather, I am wondering about the apparent need of some to have it playing constantly. Perhaps they don't; perhaps it just seems that way.