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You know the one, it makes your heart beat faster
And this morning we discovered that when the weather turns cold enough for the upstairs neighbors to leave their cars idling in the driveway, because the driveway runs directly past our bedroom windows—it's the slant of the hill around the house—and at least one of the neighbors' cars needs a tune-up, this time-honored ritual turns our bedroom into a resonating chamber for an all-consuming bass vibration that jackhammered me up out of dreams so fast I thought the contractors were working on the porch again as they did all this month last year. As far as I can reconstruct, I was in the middle of a psychological thriller whose modern setting did not preclude it starring Robert Ryan, last seen letting himself into a hotel room in bruised dark glasses and a stranger's change of mismatched clothes, enduring what seems to the audience like an inexplicable degree of personal harassment, or perhaps it's penance, because he does keep answering the phone to the man who says each time, "Now tell me how bad it was." When I finally fell back asleep, I dreamed about reading at the gate of an airport, which would have been extremely banal except I haven't actually been on a plane in more than a decade, which I suppose accounted for the presence of payphones.
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And which someone else maintains as a public service, even if we have to pay for their use. Cellphones are your own lookout. It's one thing to have a private phone if the public ones still exist, but if they cease to, it feels like another way of cutting people loose to fend for themselves. I understand there are all sorts of things a smartphone does that a payphone doesn't, but people still need to make calls.
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YES. That's my rant in a sentence.
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I will still listen to the full version some time.
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