I remember hiding my iPod once.
I was blasting Journey through headphones in my third year art studio* at uni.
Avoiding doing any actual work.**
Shunning all human contact.
Desperately trying to stay awake.
...
My co-studio partner and closest friend at the time wandered in and demanded my attention.
I pounced on my excellent rectangle and Journey were banishéd.
...
Shame on me.
Long live Journey.
Down with musical shame.
*... a wall, a desk and a chair. Do not believe the movies or fancy art schools, studios are fucking depressing.
**... not a single piece of my work was produced in situ. My need for absolute privacy didn't mesh well with "mandatory" studio time and a short attention span.
... i did.
... i did.
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