When I started my full time working career many years ago I used to commute via train to London every day. My shifts would start early and finish late and in winter I barely saw daylight as I travelled to and from work in the dark. Working such long hours and working full time for the first time in my life was slowly wearing me out and the journey on the train was valuable time to read, sleep and listen to any new music I had bought.
At this time I played my music on a personal CD player (before my brief foray into Minidisc and later upgrading to my beloved iPod) and so any albums I bought during the day I could put straight into my CD player and start to listen to it as I travelled home.
This day I finally bought the classic album ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ by Pink Floyd. I had known of the album and had seen the famous cover numerous times throughout my life, but apart from a few tracks and excerpts here and there this was the first time I had listened to it in it’s entirety.
I sat at my seat, rested my head against the glass as my face reflected back at me in the dark and as the train pulled away I pressed play. My exhaustion from work and the gentle motion of the train soon lulled me to sleep and I vaguely heard the music in my dreams as I gradually made my way home.
Soon enough the album reached ‘On the Run’ and the hypnotic, repetitive synthesizer made me drift deeper into my sleep. I recall being aware how soothing it was and how I was happy to drift away as I listened to it.
Then the next thing I knew the loud, discordant alarm bells at the start of ‘Time’ were ringing all around and through my head. I remember giving a slight startled sound and jerking awake as my heart leapt in my chest and pulse raced. I had that coppery taste in my mouth as adrenaline coursed through my veins and my fellow travellers looked on at me with confusion and in some cases amusement.
I looked out of the window in embarrassment and tried to get my heart rate back to normal as the other passengers went back to their books, card games and their own exhausted sleep. Needless to say I stayed awake for the remainder of the album and every time I hear ‘On the Run’ now I am transported back to that time and sometimes I’ll give a rueful smile as I remember how ridiculous I felt jerking awake and being startled by a cacophony of bells no-one else could hear or understand.
Listening to music as you commute can make a strenuous and tedious journey more bearable, but never forget it can also have it’s unforeseen risks!! Of course that’s no reason to stop easing your journey to and from work with music, I mean…..what are the odds of it happening twice?