At the gym, I’ve finally entered the late 20th century and got myself one of these new Walkmans that play computer files, so I’m always jacked in to something playing at a level too high for my ears.
In case you’re wondering what I’m listening to, here’s a cue:
If I’m turning my head side to side while mouthing the lyrics, it’s Billy Joel’s “I Go To Extremes”:
I fancy myself to be Liberty DeVitto in those moments, I guess.