Home alone

I just flew in from Austin and boy are my arms tired. My entire body is tired. It's been two days of cramped planes and lack of sleep. I called car to pick me up from the airport because I didn't want to deal with the taxi lines. I was surprised getting off the plane to find that the temperature in New York almost matched last night's temperature in Austin.

The driver turned off his music when I got in the car. After a few minutes, he asked if I wanted to listen to the radio. I said sure. "What do you want to listen to?" he asked. Anything, I told him. "What you had on before is fine." He said it was Indian music. I said it was ok. He put the cd back on. I asked him who it was and he told me it was Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan. "Isn't that qwaali music?" I asked. He seemed surprised. He asked me if I understood the lyrics. I said no, and he began to translate them.

He said he had spent $4,500 installing the stereo system in the car. It was a complete home theater set with two amps. A video screen could descend from the ceillng. He turned up the volume to demonstrate the sound. It was loud at 15. He said the volume went up to 45. I told him that would probably make his ears bleed. He laughed. He said when he's driving around alone he likes his music loud.
Posted by eku at January 19, 2006 12:29 AM