Headphones

For over ten years I have worked as a dj with my own radio show. One of our essential tools of the trade (next to heaps & heaps of music!) are headphones, and this is where I have committed major sinful acts in the past.

I have lost count on how many pairs have bitten the dust in the decade that they have served as transmitters for my selfish sonic pleasure. I have been a most cruel headphones mistress and was reminded of this when I went through all of my gear before I left home: I found so many headphones, broken and dusty in a steam trunk or two...All forlorn and forgotten. I am not sure why I kept them, all hidden away. Perhaps a psychologist could stick an appropriate behavioral label on this. Sigh.

The good news is that my current headphones have been with me for TWO whole years. It is nothing short of a miracle and although the ear lining is severely deteriorating, falling off and sticking to my skin resembling some horrid eczema related to a medieval black plague they are still going strong and supplying me with the tunes that keep me bouncy and happy as a clam.

In fact, I like them so much that once they die (I am being realistic here) the replacement will be exactly the same Panasonic Clone. Unfortunately now another essential part is MIA. My MP3 Player with all my music went missing from my locker at my previous job, just before I left.
The only thing I can say to the one who took it I already said once before but I would like to say again:
May my collection of music lift your spirit and brighten your soul. Although you know how much music means to me I am glad you only took the digital versions.

Back home is where the originals are at. With my pals, safe and sound. In the mean time I get to buy a new MP3 Player and introduce my awesome loyal headphones to it. It will be groovy and soulful, I promise you that.

My headphones - as if they were this new and shiny