Yesterday on the subway I was sitting next to a woman wearing headphones. I was reading the New York Times Magazine and wondering if things were really so bad for Mark Lin Baker that he needs to dress up as a pig for a NYT photo shoot. I was deep in thought as I noticed the sound of Kenny G playing somewhat softly in the background. Have they started pumping musak into the subway cars? I wondered as the music started getting louder. I looked to my left, at the woman with the headphones. I watched as she turned up the volume on her walkman, and listened to the "soothing sounds" of Kenny G's cool jazz get louder and louder.