For the past several years, the Sony
MDR-V150 headphone has been my headphone of choice. When I'm chained
to my desk at work and unable to enjoy my stereo at home they provide
a decent frequency range while I'm plugged into a 160GB iPod Classic.
I stick with the iPod because I don't
like to rent my music from streaming services due to sound quality
issues and the inability to pay the musicians for their work that
these services seem to have. I also go with iPod because I'm sure
that having some sort of turntable setup on my desk might be frowned
upon by the management. That and lugging a crate of vinyl around
with me every day doesn't seem very practical.
The V150s are lightweight and have a
long enough cord that I can reach across my work area and not drag
the iPod along with me. If the ear pads start to wear out or if the
cord goes bad, they only run around $20 to replace instead of the
$100 that some other headphones run. These headphones fit in rather
well with my utilitarian way of life so I always find myself going
back to them if a new set is needed.
I mention all of this because I had to
recently replace a pair of my beloved and very necessary headphones
because some pigfucker stole them off of my desk after the office had
cleared out at the end of the day. I alerted management of the theft
but beyond that not much else could be done. As much as I would have
liked to have gone full Batman on the perpetrator that would have
more than likely led to cameras being installed in the office. My thirst for vengeance would have to go unquenched. I'd much rather pony up $20 for
new headphones instead of having Big Brother watching me while I try
to stay awake and pretend to be busy.
The immediate issue at hand was how to
survive eight hours of my coworkers prattling on about the inane
details of their lives as if the sky was falling. I wasn't even
fifteen minutes into the day and had more than my fill of
conversation about reality shows and bad hair days. All I wanted to
do was listen to the newly discovered John Coltrane album, Both
Directions At Once, but my plans
were foiled by some asshole that will probably use my pilfered
headphones to listen to dub step or some other over-produced
disposable music. Those headphones had passed Eyehategod through
their speakers so I can only hope that they will melt to his head in
rebellion if he tries to put Kenny Chesney through them.
As
someone who medicates with music on a daily basis, I physically did
not know how to do my job without music playing. I sat there staring
at my computer trying to figure out how to put my day back together. Music also serves as a barrier between my coworkers and myself. It
prevents me from hearing them and it prevents me from yelling at them
because I heard them.
Luckily,
there was a sonic ally in the area that made an emergency run to the
store for a temporary remedy so I wouldn't end up on the evening news
after Hulking out because some nonsensical conversation was the
gentle breeze that pushed me over the edge.
The
V150s have been replaced and Both Directions At Once
was an amazing listen. All is not right with the world but at least
it's back to its usual level of suck.
Here's some info on the lost Coltrane album:
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