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Music to the World Part II

Oh man I knew there was something I was forgeting when I was cramming to finish that last blog entry. There was one other time that is worth sharing.

Flashback to Cambodia. I just finished visiting the ancient temples of Angkor Wat, and like the end of every great adventure boarded a bus for a good 10 hour bus ride. This bus ride was from Siam Reap to Bangkok and also had it's fair share of discomfort including a flat tire on a dusty, middle of nowhere road. And again like any great bus ride I pulled out my ipod.

One kid (16-18 years)who I guess was working, though I never quite figured out how, was accompanying us on the trip also without a seat. He spent the first few hours standing, and after our first stop decided maybe he would stand in the back of the bus where I was seated (cool kids always sit in the back of the bus). This was the second time I got to put my ipod and headphone spitter to work. I can't remember his name so I will refer to him as Bill... Bill standing next to me spoke great English, so in this case I didn't feel I was taking music to the world like the others.

Bill had already asked me if I liked the Pussy Doll Cats (known for the popular "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me" song). "Yeah! Ofcourse." said I, because who hasn't. "She's hot huh," Bill asks. "Totally." So anyway when I pulled out the "love", it's safe to say I had a pretty good idea what kind of music my be Bill music. So in this case I started with a little bit of G-love and Special Sauce. Always good, little bluesy hip-hop. But it wasn't enough so I moved to some Paul Okenfold and finally hit the nail on the head with some fresh Beastie Boys.

Bingo. Beasty Boys was just what Bill was looking for. So on this long uncomfortably and hot bus ride, where everyone was sleeping or trying to keep their mind of the heat and the dust, Bill was standing next to me trying best he could to contain the dance that was flowing through his veins. He tried, but didn't totally succeed. Little did I know that Bill was a practiced air-drummer, guitarist, and congo player. His legs were also in a constant state of movement, and Bill would also let out an occasional vocal burst (unknowingly) with his headphones resting snuggly in his unwashed ears.

Another victory for music. Rock on.

posted by Travelin' D @ 4:29 PM