There was a singing sound, a low frequency seemed like an Eddie Vedder machine. In a moment the subway started moving and looking up the sound source was a strong young man, tight clothes, back baseball cap, Kid Rock insignia. Smell of alcohol wafting through the car. From the tiny speaker of his phone he was playing air guitar and singing along to the MP3. Deep in another state, rocking out, Eddie yes indeddie.
His dance moves were concerning. Everyone’s peripheral vision on high alert. He got up, got down, arms left, arms right, head jerks and body spilled into the next seat. A chemical reaction with the music, as if everyone else is as in love and grateful for this Pearl Jam commercial. I love what music does to people.