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I’m in 9C on a 757 this morning and was listening to some Boston (R.I.P. Brad Delp…) on my iPod when the young one behind me started crying… loudly.  So I had to break out the Powerbook and fire up iTunes, which has a volume level sufficiently high enough to create a whole new zone. 

There’s something about Janis Joplin’s voice and the raw, biting guitar of Big Brother that makes everything else seem, momentarily, unimportant.

Come on.  Try just a little bit harder.

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