I almost wept the other night listening to Velvet Undergroun'd self-titled album on some unremarkable Canadian pressing. I felt a bit sad for having wasted so many hundreds of listens on countless CD players and iPods. I didn't know the music actually had a soul.
This afternoon I rocked a first press of X's "Under the Big Black Sun" and I was actually drawn to treating it like a concert performance. The guitars roared, I could hear the air moving from the bass drum, and for a solid 45 minutes I felt like the music was fucking alive, man!
Now I'm listening to Claudio Arrau play Debussy. The Steinway is making me want to take up meditation.
FUCK YOU 1s and 0s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This afternoon I rocked a first press of X's "Under the Big Black Sun" and I was actually drawn to treating it like a concert performance. The guitars roared, I could hear the air moving from the bass drum, and for a solid 45 minutes I felt like the music was fucking alive, man!
Now I'm listening to Claudio Arrau play Debussy. The Steinway is making me want to take up meditation.
FUCK YOU 1s and 0s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
