I've been meaning to try and come up with a meaningful-not-just-knee-jerk-shoot-from-the-hip-reactionary blog entry (I'm not really so good with those...) about what I've noticed regarding subway Ipod use as a function of commute time. The basis being that when I am on the train at 6:30 a.m. with the Humpers-which I loosely define as anyone who couldn't do their job very well in a wheelchair, laborers, electricians, home health aides-there are very few ipods present, but if I take a train with the Eloi, at around 9am, you see them a lot.
An interesting facet of the New York morning rush hour is that it lasts until 10am, the last hour filled with graphic designers, PR and advertising people that just must be in before 11...
Anyway, that was all blown out of the water tonight when I got on the G train at 11pm. I was listening to my own Eloi-pod, rockin' out to a song by the Greatest Rock and Roll Band in the World, the Supersuckers, and their song "Nitroglycerine", when the eyes in my bobbing head looked over to see another dude's head bobbin' out on the other end of the otherwise empty platform.
Then I looked across the tracks to the opposite platform and many of those folks, thought they were heading the opposite direction, were feelin' it just the same. There were at least ten people rockin' out in that subway station tonight. And while yes, there was a far greater percentage of ipod listeners in the sparse population of the late-but-not-too-late subway riders tonight, the biggest change was that they had probably all had a drink or two and were actually moving to the music. In very, very small ways...a head bob, a foot tap...but with impunity!
There is hope for us yet.