Almost there now. First day in maybe 18 years without a mobile phone.
You can stop calling me now mother.
How so? Dead iPhone — oo look, six weeks out of warranty and the home button doesn’t work. Anyway it’s off at the doctors and I am writing this in the hope that Steve Jobs has me on an RSS or some sort of super dooper iPhone reference world wide search thingy and a light has just gone off at Apple HQ saying give jgreen a new phone on Monday. That would be nice. I do miss it, and am prepared to say very nice things in public about Apple if they can deliver.
No phone (they didn’t have a loaner at the Optus shop, quelle surprise) also means no iPod, so today’s bike commute was conducted in the relative quiet of the breeze, air brakes and birds.
Had I had music, I might have craved this:
I have a thing about this song, and the distinctive country minor-lilt of the harmonies. That interval, that particular pairing of vocal parts, IS country music. How does something like that evolve? Is is just based on a regional singing accent? What’s the thing? I can’t get that question out of my head. Listen to the chorus and ponder for me would you?
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My ¡phone has suddenly decided to not go into a sleep mode unless I actually turn it off. A quick glance at my warranty tells me I’ve got a month to go.
Thanks for the hint.
I, too, have always craved Robert Plant . . .
I sent this post to my husband (also a dedicated iPhone user, as against my preference for the Blackberry) who replied that listening to Robert Plant on your iPhone is iPhone abuse, indeed it’s not an iPhone malfunction, it’s an in-built taste filter… How rude…
In no way have I really got to the bottom of what you’re asking, but this post did prompt me to do a tiny analysis of the chorus to this song. You can see it on my blog here: http://withoutqualities.com/tmwq/post/through-the-morning/
A quite wonderful response to this post here http://withoutqualities.com/tmwq/post/through-the-morning/ from @murdobard.
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