These days, it appears everyone walking the streets listening to music on their earphones, what sound? We do not know. We assume we realize. Could the punk rocker at the back of that coach secretly jamming to Britney Spears? Or is a tracksuit-bottomed, highlight-headed young woman watching for her friends, actually moshing out with Black Flag? The pinstripe power outfit on the train might be a tremendous Public Enemy enthusiast or the local ASBO can be a jazz fan with a liking for Coltrane’s sax performance.
People who don’t dress in any music-themed gear design can remain safely anonymous to the world at large as music consumers. Or can they? Listed below are two manufacturers and what they say about you:
Skullcandy are a new-ish trade name (founded 2003) and aimed straight in the postpunk/goth/emo/whatever crowd. The indication is in the name as well as the kid-friendly Stencilled graphitti skull emblem. Manufactured to go along with bullet belts, Atticus shirts and thin fit jeans, (the last remnants of legitimate subculture now comfortably detached and replaced by mere expenditure of image and merchandise in one. Punk’s early representation, i.e, the flaunting of poverty may be overtaken by a generation prepared to use ready-ripped jeans and spraypaint-effect t shirts, I, uh, mean whatever, man). Skullcandy earphones come in a spread of loud colors, as well like a stark black and white for optimum appeal. Given the markup in cost, it appears vastly unlikely a consumer would acquire these headsets unless the time to build an announcement about the music itself. This person (even though they are an eighty year old woman) is much more likely to be taking note of My Chemical Romance than they may be Mozart.
Sennheiser earphones, distinctive by their less significant, professional design tend to be more the domain of the audiophile, the music nut as well as the gadget freak. This one, though they might be attired in alike manner to that Skullcandy kid, is far more likely to be listening to Charles Mingus, a vintage Delta Blues or folk piece, appreciating it just how one might a fine wine, in addition to all subtle cultural nuances therein. This person is serious about music, and his/her derision for bands of the minute might be equally serious. Imagine a lecture at any 2nd on the genius of Belgian techno or some obscure Japanese arse-band (NOTE: arse-music is not an actual genre…yet)
So, the peripherals we use inside the 21st century say as much about us as our disc collections might. Even when we don’t desire them to? That surely seems being possible, anyway. Next: How come we iPod people so bloody smug?