There is a strange phenomenon taking over the youth of today (well actually there are many, but this is just one that I noticed). I had just checked in to the airport, ready to go, moving slowly amongst the crowds to the airline lounge. Up ahead I could hear what sounded like a modern remix of a 60’s pop song, filled with various expletives and substituting words like ‘sweetheart’ and ‘baby doll’ for terms like ‘shorty’ and ‘b@#ch’.
I was curious as to why I could hear this, and wondered if anyone else noticed it (it appeared not). Slowly the crowd dispersed and up ahead of me was a young girl, who looked like she worked for the airport in some capacity. In her hand was the latest hi-tech smartphone belting out this rather disturbing song. As it turned out she was heading the same direction as myself, towards the lounges. In between me and this haven of tranquility, wherein I could escape the various definitions of ‘shorty’s’ and ‘ho’s’ was a lift. It was then that I realised that she was going to be occupying the same lift with me, which would entail 3-5 minutes of two people in the same space with very different music tastes. My first reaction was to offer her my earphones, thinking that perhaps she had not been made aware that these clever yet privacy giving devices existed…I had another plan.
I had a similarly advanced smarthphone, loaded with a variety of rather bizarre musical episodes. Not many people would admit this but I actually enjoy a bit of country music now and then. There is a certain honesty about it, although my friends would say that this music rates low on the awesome scale.
Nonetheless I had to move quick. I fired up my phone, navigated to my ‘Country Hits’ playlist, and selected a great tune by one of my favourites – Ryan Adams (not Bryan). A particularly melancholy ballad about a ‘sweetheart’ and a ‘pick up truck’ – no references to short men or women. Phone set to loudspeaker, full volume and away we went.
The young lady in front of me was both surprised and mortified. The soothing tones of my mid-western country talent over-shot her cliche remake, and the lift was filled with the distinct sounds of steel guitars, banjoes and tumbleweeds. I wasnt sure what the resulting action would be from this young lass, but I would soon find out.
After about 10 seconds of Ryan belting out his tune, the girl swiftly reached into her pocket and grabbed a wire cord. Slowly but surely a string of ear buds appeared, and were swiftly introduced to her audio device. She plugged them in and then silenced her noise.
I couldn’t help but laugh (quietly mind you). She exited the lift, I turned off my phone and peace had returned to the airport corridors.
I guess not everyone appreciates country music?