Sat on a train. Between the tracks. Another delay on the daily commute.
Calculated in my head that I spend 800 hours a year on a train. That is 33 days a year.
Existing. In a metal box. Between the tracks.
In order to alleviate the sting of oak-aged bile rising in my throat and to soothe the Sartre-like levels of misanthropic loathing caused by mass metallic incubation, I turn to music as my faithful companion. Always at my side. Protecting me.
Here is a selection of railway related records that help me to survive.
I hope they enhance your own journey wherever it begins or ends.
Tony Chivers
DJ and film critic.
Screaming Eagle Sound System.
Modbury Bugle.
