Burro-bag Item No. 6 (Forget the iPod)
Portable transister radio
Everyone wants to bring their own music on their trip to another place, which iPods make so damn easy. But then you're stuck in the world you wanted to leave. Inside the burrobag, there is always a pocket transistor radio. That way the music coming through is always the music of here.
Ten bucks at the electronics store, cheaper south of the border. Gets ripped off, who cares? On the bus, in the car, stations appear and dissappear. The cumbias, the norteña, the chamame, the chilenas, the carnevalitos, the chacareras, the rock nacional, the spitfire language that's impossible to understand through the static.
Radio connects you to the present.
Everyone wants to bring their own music on their trip to another place, which iPods make so damn easy. But then you're stuck in the world you wanted to leave. Inside the burrobag, there is always a pocket transistor radio. That way the music coming through is always the music of here.
Ten bucks at the electronics store, cheaper south of the border. Gets ripped off, who cares? On the bus, in the car, stations appear and dissappear. The cumbias, the norteña, the chamame, the chilenas, the carnevalitos, the chacareras, the rock nacional, the spitfire language that's impossible to understand through the static.
Radio connects you to the present.
posted by Travelburro at 11:40 AM
4 Comments:
right on Burro. I'm fully behind that sentiment.
Except when your in the mountains in the middle of nowhere... this poor little sub-ten dollar device does nothing but provide white noise. That´s when the pre-recorded songs, in whatever language come in handy.
Didn´t you say you also travel with an iPod in ye ole Burro-bag?!
Yeah Danny!
It's like listening to the radio when you're driving across the central valley into the sierras. You turn off the damn ipod/cd player and you get to sample a mix of mexicali and country and it fits in with the scenery. Although I have to say--listening to the O Brother, Where Art Thou soundrack was perfect for the crossing from rainforest into the hilly spiny desert of Madagascar!
PS. what's up with not letting anonymous comments, homes?? That's cold.
Goyo - when all you can pick up is white noise, then you´re obviosly somewhere where you just need to soak in the sounds around you.
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