Soft Music Has Kept Me from Beating Disney Kids
Piano music and headphones are the only things keeping me out of jail in a life spent in airports
Disney may call itself the happiest place on earth, but if you are a professional business traveler the Orlando Airport is an inner circle of hell populated by mad Disney families, overly sugared lunatic children and stressed out business travelers dodging caravans of baby buggies running perpetually late to their gates.
The planes are even worse. Hundreds of screaming kids heading to Orlando mad with the anticipation of seeing giant mice and beautiful princesses.
Leaving Orlando, you are surrounded by tired, zombie-eyed children, badly sunburned, full of horrible theme park food, and crying uncontrollably at the thought of leaving their princesses behind.
If it wasn’t for quiet piano music on my oversized, noise cancelling headphones I would be the lead story on CNN, hauled away at the airport by a team of SWAT for pouring a glass of wine on the mouse-eared brat who just spilled a slushy on my computer bag…and if I hear a family, including ancient grandparents, walking through the airport singing the theme from a princess movie I may yet make the national news.
Music has saved my life by reducing the stress of flying thirty-five weeks a year as a professional presenter and has definitely extended my career by allowing me to block out the world one good song, along with one good glass, at a time.
If there was no music and great headphones in my life, there would be no career these days, I simply couldn’t have survived without the ability to hide from the world surrounded by a never-ending madness only found in our airports.
I now have about twenty sets of good headphones. What started as survivor mode turned into a quest for the best and I add or trade headphones throughout the year, but my go to set has been the in-the-ear Shure phones that never let me down. I mix them up with a few sets of over-the-ear models that are guaranteed to stop any potential conversation in any airport bar in America, but for pure quality nothing beats the in-the-ear experience after all these years.
Pachelbel, I thank you. Jim Bajor, I owe you endless drinks. Brian Crain, I buy all your releases. And the classics, such as Mozart, keep on giving year after strenuous year.
Yes, there is rock in my soul and the music blares the second I am in my car heading home, but pure, quiet, piano rhythms are the only thing that can heal a damaged soul.