On Audiophilicity
Friday's belated entry. (Hey, I kept up right until Thursday....)
I am an audiophile. There is no doubt about that. I love sound.
That probably explains why, when most people have the strongest memories triggered by smell, I have them triggered by a familiar-sounding voice or recording or song. The sound of a sea gull makes me smell the sea, not vice versa.
That probably explains why a 200-disc changer is too small for me.
That probably explains why 15 on the volume dial still seems too quiet -- I miss some of the quieter notes and sounds.
That probably explains why my lovely Bose speakers (*sigh*) are arranged beautifully for 5.1-channel sound.
That probably explains why I find MP3-quality inferior
That probably explains why I am so picky when choosing words to place in my poems.
That probably explains why I must stop whatever I am doing to listen to the jams or breakdowns on my favorite songs.
That probably explains why I sometimes sit and listen to people speaking a foreign language with each other.
It does not explain why I love music or how it affects me so strongly. But affect me strongly it does. I am not a passive listener. I must sing along -- even with the instruments if no one is signing. (I can vocally do a good electric guitar with tremolo effect and wa peddle.) If you don't hear me vocally, trust me, I am singing in my head. My face contorts as my feet move. I cannot sing with a microphone in my hands, because they won't stay in one place long enough. I must have a mic-stand. The sound of a perfect harmony, a building crescendo, freezes me in my tracks.
Yet another weird thing about life -- that the complicated vibrating of air molecules somehow is perceived by our minds in the exquisite array of beauty that we hear and how that beauty triggers the chemical reactions in our bodies that make us feel the power of the music!
not much else to say tonight...
I am an audiophile. There is no doubt about that. I love sound.
That probably explains why, when most people have the strongest memories triggered by smell, I have them triggered by a familiar-sounding voice or recording or song. The sound of a sea gull makes me smell the sea, not vice versa.
That probably explains why a 200-disc changer is too small for me.
That probably explains why 15 on the volume dial still seems too quiet -- I miss some of the quieter notes and sounds.
That probably explains why my lovely Bose speakers (*sigh*) are arranged beautifully for 5.1-channel sound.
That probably explains why I find MP3-quality inferior
That probably explains why I am so picky when choosing words to place in my poems.
That probably explains why I must stop whatever I am doing to listen to the jams or breakdowns on my favorite songs.
That probably explains why I sometimes sit and listen to people speaking a foreign language with each other.
It does not explain why I love music or how it affects me so strongly. But affect me strongly it does. I am not a passive listener. I must sing along -- even with the instruments if no one is signing. (I can vocally do a good electric guitar with tremolo effect and wa peddle.) If you don't hear me vocally, trust me, I am singing in my head. My face contorts as my feet move. I cannot sing with a microphone in my hands, because they won't stay in one place long enough. I must have a mic-stand. The sound of a perfect harmony, a building crescendo, freezes me in my tracks.
Yet another weird thing about life -- that the complicated vibrating of air molecules somehow is perceived by our minds in the exquisite array of beauty that we hear and how that beauty triggers the chemical reactions in our bodies that make us feel the power of the music!
not much else to say tonight...