Which and Crank

I heard Iron Maiden's Run to the Hills for the first time in the Garrison Youth Room. It smelled like home. Pingpits were pinging and the lighting was stingy. The place and the music were scary.

In the early days of the Internet as a study at some college some student animated a stubbornly box-looking half-line-zigzagging from Mr. Self Destruct lyrics. Audio did not stream yet at that time, but I sensed it unkindly. Was scared.

From my yard I look for headphones in Ben Frost's Threshold of Faith video . Scared again. Music and technology. Science and Art.

Which and Crank competed. Entertainment got to Mars first.