Replaced the grommetty things on the headphones.
On the train home with Aaron Copeland cranked up.
All the pissed-up businessfolks who've been on all afternoon benders and whose volume controls are broken are dissapearing below a shower of chromatic brilliance courtesy of the grandad of The Police's drummer.
Sanity is restored. All is well with the world
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