I MADE THE DECISION around hour five. That’s five hours of hearing Aerosmith’s “Dream On” bleed through my walls on repeat, blasted so loudly from my neighbor’s system that Steven Tyler’s screech drowned out my already-cranked-to-eleven TV. Around hour five it dawned on me: To prepare for a weekend of binge-watching, it might be wise to invest in some noise-canceling headphones. Now, a few months later, I rarely watch shows any other way.

I’m not sure why I resisted this sonic refuge for so long. With advances in noise-cancelling…



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