Listening to one of my favourite songs, ‘Choke and Fly’ by Plaid, as a constant looping soundtrack to the day, made me realise how much I take it, and portable music in general, for granted. Not having the dubious luxury of variety and having to concentrate solely on one piece of music was illuminating. It became better with repeated listens, I realised why I enjoyed it so much. It opened out and expanded rather than, as I had expected, closing and becoming over-familiar.
The track even had a practical use as a unit of measurement: it is, for instance, 8.5 CaFs from my front door to work; pasta boils in 1.25 CaFs. It has also, as I type this, soundtracked a muted Tom Hanks smashing one of his teeth out with an ice skate.
Most significantly, it has invaded my thoughts and surroundings; the pavements of Stockwell, the bricks of Pimlico and the wind swept void of Vauxhall Bridge in London will now forever be associated with the never ending drums and floating bloops of ‘Choke and Fly’.