At three o’clock one January night, I found myself sprinting through the Broadway Junction station in Brooklyn to catch the L train, not wanting to be left alone on the platform for another 26 minutes with two seemingly asleep homeless people
The other day I had an epiphany: To the average music consumer, a song is worth less than a candy bar. It might last longer, sound sweeter, and offer a more meaningful experience, but don't ask us to spend more than $1 on it.
