Recorded music has its own schedule.
....Tilson looks up from his miniature potatoes hearing Hendrix, a momentary snatch from a long track, eight seconds played over documentary footage of Canal Street being projected onto the plastic laminated wall separating World Traveller from Club Class. In his head he is two hours into a seven hour flight and ten minutes into a twenty-three minute documentary, but hearing the dislocated Hendirx fragment all Tilson can now think of is the two minutes of missing music before the fragment and the twelve after. He also remembers the image on the LP cover resting on his studio shelf. A temporal imbalance occurs as the musical fragments in the documentary expand like cous cous in his brain. He is no longer watching the documentary..